"You want to be hurt, don't you?" 44 murmurs, nuzzling the ring of tooth marks she's left on that soft flesh. She kisses the wound, fingers trailing 17's legs with feathery strokes. "I can do that. Just enough to feel good..."
Her lover is lopsided now. That needs fixing. Teeth sink into Number 17's other thigh before the Darkling nuzzles in closer; she's taking deep breaths through her nose. It's almost animalistic, like she's scenting for something...
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Date: 2024-01-07 04:05 am (UTC)Her lover is lopsided now. That needs fixing. Teeth sink into Number 17's other thigh before the Darkling nuzzles in closer; she's taking deep breaths through her nose. It's almost animalistic, like she's scenting for something...