Tiny Beasts and Little Teeths

As she let out a moan he bit down harder, her jaws slacking open as an unheard scream of pleasure slipped out. The pain and pleasure mixed to create a feeling that was beyond anything that she had ever felt before. A guttural and raw aphrodisiac. She wanted this, more than she had thought. At first this had been a harmless attempt at learning the game, but now she was owning it. She was letting herself give into it all, experiencing everything with so much passion and heat, as well as fighting to gain the upper hand. But giving into that throat bite had probably been handing him the leash in this situation. But if she was rewarded with that kind of attention.. maybe she could learn to fake handing the control over. If that was even possible... But this meeting was not over yet, oh no. She had a feeling that this was just the beginning of something much greater. As she asked what Kyarst was going to do, she felt his laugh pulsate against her sensitive neck. His soft whispered words carried a promise of something to great, causing her breath to hitch in her throat. She wanted all that this man had to offer, and then some. Already Mercy's pale coat was stained with her own blood, but never before had it felt this marvelous. Her body tensed as she readied herself for his next move as her fangs sank into his flesh once more. What met her was not a harsh bite again, but a gentle caress of his tongue against her wound. The blood that had been pooling to the surface was spread across her neck now, decorating her pelt in some sort of macabre art. So shocked at this tender move, she let go of her hold on him and pulled back, purple eyes inspecting his face. She saw her own blood splattered around his maw, and ever so slowly she reached forward. Her salmon tongue slipped out of her maw, grazing across his mouth where her own blood settled. Pulling back she licked her chops, a mix of both of their blood dancing upon her tongue. She smirked down at Kyarst, breath still coming out in quick pants. Mercy was fired up and ready to go, but unsure of where to tread next.