The Heat In The Winter

She heard his groan, could feel his entire body stiffening as she delicately lapped at his family jewels. She hummed softly, her tail twirling behind her in her immense pleasure. He made a comment that he didn't know if it was better or worse, which made her pause for a moment. Pulling back slowly, her eyes shot towards his head with slight concern in her pleasure filled gaze. She didn't want to harm his goods, that would be rather disastrous. They were both pretty beat up, but it hadn't stopped them before. Mercy remembered the macabre painting that he had expertly penned on her chest. This was a bit different though, the wounds had not been obtained in the pleasurable act of fucking. Smirking, she leaned forward and gently rubbed her nose against his growing appendage, whining softly. "Shall I stop then?" she asked softly. She didn't want to, but she didn't want to put him out of commission for much longer. Now that would truly be a shame, wouldn't it? So she would listen -- this time. Perhaps they needed to heal up and come back to this at a later date... goodness knew that there would always be another meeting with these too.