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After The Storm



Mercy I

Loner

age
5 Years
gender
Female
gems
0
size
Medium
build
Heavy
posts
452
player
Evelyn

Famous
03-16-2015, 01:08 PM



His touches grew deeper and far more intimate than she had expected, his harsh bites pinching her skin and daring to draw blood. She wanted everything, for all of her to be together with every part of him. She wanted to become fully his, in every way possible. There were no more thoughts of it being wrong, just the utter need to be pleased, to finally be brought over the edge. All her systems screamed at her, begging and pleading as their encounter kept dragging on. Revenge was still hesitating with her, which made her let out a growl. He was driving her mental, making her wait like this. But then finally, at last, with those words out of her maw he moved on. Brushing past her flank he came up behind her, his legs pulling at her hips so that he was pressed against her. Her eyes roamed up into her skull at the feeling of him teasing her most intimate area, her rump wiggling against him member. Mercy needed this, needed him. The harsh nips that he left on her rump were still on fire, but all of that was forgotten when his teeth locked into her scruff. His name was screamed from her lips, head thrusting upwards as her bodice quivered. And then, it happened. Revenge thrust himself inside her, shattering the very last part of her innocent childhood.

-fade to black-

Mercy's legs quivered beneath her as she nearly collapsed to earth. Her breath left her in quick gasps, the almost painful pressure was finally quelled. And from her brother, no less. Head turned to look over her shoulder, elongated tail lifting to swat at his features. A loving smirk was on her maw, and she found that she still wanted more. Her scruff still bleeding, and as the pleasure wore off the pain sunk in. The girl felt quite sore between her hind legs, but she licked at her lips as she turned around. Revenge's face was coated in her own blood, giving him a macabre mask. Chuckling softly, she reached forward and tenderly lapped at the crimson liquid. "It's a good look for you," she whispered, nuzzling against his cheek once he was all clean.

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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.