After The Storm

*Mercy I* · 03-14-2015, 07:57 PM

Her whole body was alight with flames, every tiny touch was stoking the heat within her. She could hardly handle this anymore, and if she didn't find some sort release soon she was surly going to explode. He gripped at her throat and her eyes flew wide, glancing down at her brother. Would he dare to draw her blood, to awaken the beast that came with that? Her breath hissed between her teeth, her hair raising along her spine. But his bite was weak, and she pushed her chest closer into his jaws, longing for the bite to break through her skin again. She felt him shiver beneath him and it made her heart beat faster, the want for him was too much to handle. Mercy saw as his body hesitated, those words that she had dared to utter had drawn him back slightly. But she didn't let that stop them, instead trailed more kisses down his back. He said that it didn't feel wrong for him, and it didn't for her either. He didn't seem to stop him either, his bites and kisses trailing down her shoulders. Tenderly he avoided her injured area's, but she wanted to feel his jaws in her, his teeth bringing forth her blood. Her own jaws sought to bite down just behind his shoulders, her lips curling back as she tried to draw his own life blood. Mercy wanted him to feel like she did, to understand just why she had come so close to doing what she did with Kyarst, what they were even closer to doing.

Revenge's bite made their way down her spine, but they were too soft. Not that she didn't like the tender touches, but she wanted him to bite her, to tease her with a harsh contrast. She was a rough girl, and she wanted that now. Craved it. He moved along her side and suddenly his teeth chomped on her rump. A loud moan pushed out of her lips, neck tossing upwards as pleasure shot through her body. She didn't think it could get any better, until he tasted her. Mercy's entire body stuttered as her mouth opened into a silent scream, her hind legs quivering. She doubted that they would be able to hold her up any longer while he was doing that, licking at her most sensitive area. He asked if she should stop and her head lowered, looking over her shoulder to meet his blazing solar eyes. Slowly her head shook back and forth, she didn't want this to end. She wanted all of him, every little piece of him. The pressure was getting too much, to the point that it was almost painful. "Don't stop, please. Please take me." she whined, her rump pushing closer to him. Mercy let out a begging whine, a plead for him to take her to this place, to ease this built up tension within her. Fuck it being wrong, they didn't know her, didn't know him. This felt too right to ever be wrong.

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After The Storm

Mercy I