After The Storm
03-13-2015, 10:43 AM
She was met with an unexpected thing, his touch covering her form as well. He matched her vigor, the difference in his caress was evident. She knew within her heart that this was wrong, one little voice screaming at her to stop, to back away and run from this. But no. She couldn't. Her arousal was too great, too strong. She wanted her brother, even though he held the title of her litter mate. It didn't matter in this moment, in the heat of their mixing passion. His groan filled her ears, causing a shock to run down the length of her spine. His bites soon covered where his sweet kisses at been, her eyes nearly rolling back into her head as he bit down on her skin. Another moan left her as her head arches upwards, giving him a freer range of her blood soaked neck. A pressure built within her, greater than it had been before. Her body was screaming for a release, something to take this horrible feeling away. She needed his, craved this. Purple eyes looked at her brother, her breaths leaving her maw in pants. Her toes curled as her claws dug into the earth, cutting though the substrate as the need within her grew stronger yet. But still there was a slight hesitation as she lapped at his ear, nibbling more on the appendage. "Is this wrong?" she would whisper, slowly grinding her chest across his. That little voice was getting annoying now, and she needed something to quell its endless droning. Revenge was meeting her touch with nearly as much passion as her own had been in, no hesitation in him at all. And damn did she want this, so badly. Her elongated tail had grown ridged, and slowly it curled over her back to expose herself. She hoped and prayed that he said no, that he didn't stop touching her in the way that he was. But what if she was forcing this on him? That was hardly fair. And yet... her teeth were still pulling softly at the skin down his neck, her movements thoughtful and slow. Could she even stop now if he said so? The need was too great to just ignore now, it was impossible to push away. Her lust was all consuming, and she demanded her need to be met. |
Mercy likes to swear and bite, and she can be unpredictable. She's not always nice, and is quick to jump into a fight. Thread at your own risk.
Mercy has a visible scar from her shoulders down to the middle of her back, in a v like shape. Not all of her art shows this.