After The Storm
03-16-2015, 02:36 PM
He leaned into her touches and asked if he had torn her up. She let out a soft giggle, tugging gently on his ear. She felt the desire stir in her belly again, the need for him hadn't exactly gone away. "No, honestly. It was great. More than great, really..." she whispered breathlessly. He said he had to patch her up, and cheekily she turned around so that her rump faced him again. "That easier for you to get at?" she tumbled, her tail flicking towards her chest. She was a dirty, dirty girl, but really didn't care. So what if she wanted him again? She felt more alive that she ever had on her year on this earth. Backing up against him, she was aiming to bump her hindquarters against his chest, a rumbling growl in her throat. Head tossed over her shoulder, winking a purple eye at him. they had crossed a line that there would never be able to go back from, and honestly she didn't mind. She loved it, how connected she felt with him again. |
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.