Dog Without Flaws

So close so close. They were so close. The pleased rumble to her touch sent a quickening deep down into Wenna's core.

"Hmm, I'm naive in that particular dance. Are you threatening to gut me, then fuck me? I won't be able to patch you up at the next raid then..." She replied softly. Morwenna gently pressed her chest against the woman's shoulder just to close the already barest of distances. Did Morwenna enjoy dancing with danger or was she oblivious that this danger could very well be real?

"Or is that what you like? A little taste of blood to go with your drink?" The woman was definitely a tall drink of water. Powder pastels are stark against the neutral backgrounds. Vibrant purples and pale viridian, almost mint in hue adorn the powerful young woman in a cascade of painted colors. An artistic vision of bounty and beauty. If looks could kill then Morwenna was pressed against the veritable medusa.

Morwenna dared to lean, and gently stretched her tongue to lick the pale lavender chin of the dire woman.