Shiny new scars

Still her silent king seemed guarded, hesitating with every move that she made. There were still barriers in his mind that needed to be shattered, even if she had to tear them down brick by bloody brick, she cared not. Once she set her mind to something, it wasn't often that she let it go. And now that this opportunity had been presented to her, she would be a fool to turn it down. Valentine was a strong, proud man, a warrior that inspired her to better herself. So what would a little romp in the sack do to change that? Nothing. Just pleasure on both their ends, something that he would be silly to turn away from. Gone were her earlier pauses, she was a woman on a mission to get exactly what she wanted. The big alpha man was probably not being used to being so openly pursued, from knowing him she knew that he was usually the one to instigate. But now? It would seem that it was all in her paws, it was to her that he turned to for confirmation, something that did very little to deflate her ego. Being lusted after was a very spicy thing indeed, and Mercy knew how to twist a brute around her finger. She was not only skilled in the art of war, but also in seduction. How shocked indeed must Valentine be to this shift in the pale female. But it didn't take much to turn on the lusty fae. Heat or no heat, didn't mean she wanted to get humped any less.

He seemed to shift as soon as she bridged the gap between them, her teeth trailing down his chest slowly and deliberately. A rumbling sound left his throat, furthering Mercy's excitement as her heart began to quiver and pound within her chest. He leaned towards her and she arched herself upwards to meet him, but he paused. A growl of frustration left her lips, every fiber of her being was ready for this moment and still he dragged it on. Purple eyes shone up at him, lips twitching slightly. Clearly he was thinking over something, and his next words almost sent her into a fit of laughter. Eyes opened slightly wider at his question, and quickly her head shook. "I never regret things, Valentine. Now stop hesitating and bite me, dammit." She grumbled. Pushing herself forward to try and close the gap again, she aimed to send a flurry of nips and kisses along his chest and neck, everywhere that she could reach. Her right forelimb picked up as well, stretching forward as she tried to drag her dull claws down his front left leg. She was aiming for a slow, deliberate movement to further bring the mans arousal to the surface. Mercy was done playing games, she wanted him and she knew that he wanted her as well. A more guttural growl left her lips, her need becoming more and more apparent. There was no doubt in her mind that she would never regret this shift in their relationship.

"Speech"
'thoughts'