Tiny Beasts and Little Teeths

Even though she was new to all of this, it would seem that Kyarst thought that she was good enough. As she bit into his scruff a moan would rumble in her throat, making her claws bite into the ground as her tail aligned with her spine. It was the first time that she had heard that sound, let alone be the reason for it. It made her feel powerful, and oh so sexy. Pain was pleasure, and pleasure was pain. It hid everything else, coated it with such a lovely blanket of ecstasy. It was easy enough to forget everything else. Before she could even react to the blood that teased her tongue, he turned around and bit into her chest, mere inches away from her neck. A soft, light moan slipped out of her maw as well. Her heart hammered fast in her chest as she felt her own blood soak into the top of her leg. It was so dangerously close to her throat that it excited her, and she leaned into the males bite. Ever before had pain felt this damn good. She let go of his scruff, neck stretching upwards as she closed her eyes against the pleasure, her spine tingling at the feeling of his teeth in her flesh. Fuck she was a nasty girl. She wanted him to bleed more, to bring out more of those moans and groans from him. But she wanted him to beg. Mercy had a feeling that they were in a power struggle as well, both wanting to be in control of this. Knowing this, Mercy once more lowered her head and tried to drag her teeth across his sensitive ear. Meanwhile her right leg lifted, attempting to drag her claws down the front of his right leg. Purring happily, the girl leaned down and pressed harsh nips along his jaw line, his blood still lingering on her tongue.