Come to Play?

Landing square on his back, Nimue is quick to wrap her forelegs around his neck, making sure to cross her paws for leverage so she can press them into the center of his throat. She was feeling for the ribbed texture of his trachea, trying to apply pressure with her interlocked paws, because she wanted to hear him gasp for her. But he was starting to thrash, cursing out in protest, trying to dislodge her. A tsk left her jaws, which she had wrapped around the back of his neck- tugging at his scruff, her teeth sinking into his skin, until finally, the sweet, orgasmic taste of his blood spilled onto her tongue. The burst of flavor sent her spiraling into bliss- it trickled out the corners of her lips, dribbling down her chin- and Nimue let out a sharp groan, savoring every moment with exaggerated fervor. With his thrashing about, her hips were rocking against his back- Rogue was a robust male, no doubt, but that did not mean she couldn’t feel the protrusions of his spine rubbing against her abdomen. Rubbing. Rubbing. Rubbing. Her cheeks flushed, and she bit down harder out of reflex. Yes, yes!

But suddenly, Rogue was dropping to the ground, throwing himself onto the earth and rolling over- not once, but twice. With each roll, Nimue is squished beneath his weight, breathless gasps slipping from bloodied lips. His body swallowed her whole, it enveloped her, devoured her. She started panting, lost in the undercurrent of desperation. With his final roll, she released her grip, allowing herself to be dislodged. But by the time Rogue had flipped off of her and back onto his belly, Nimue was on her feet, staring at him with manic glee, pulsating with restless energy as she licked his blood from her lips. “More, more!” She yelped before throwing herself at him again, craving the cataclysmic clash of their bodies. She was aiming for his neck this time, trying to grab onto the right side, so she could feel the vessels beneath his skin pulsate in her greedy little maw.

"Nimue Vasanti"