( she’s rarely been bitten — devils, sometimes, when they got past her blood axe to get a little bit of a nibble. she wouldn’t have survived as long as she had without a few scars (not that fiends actually scarred). but she’s never been bit like this, in this context.
his mouth is warm and power can feel the vibration of his voice against her skin. it’s hard to deny him anything with the taste of his blood in the back of her throat, and she nods, winding her fingers in his hair and —
she tugs when he bites down, the movement involuntary and a bit too hard for a human. it doesn’t hurt, not really, but she can tell immediately that he’ll have to bite her harder than she’s been biting him to break skin.
good. the pain curls in the part of her stomach where she associates arousal, mixing with a sudden throb between her legs where his length his nudging her. power shivers, rocks her hips again as he continues to bite. it takes a moment for her to process that she can help him; he’s just about broken skin, so it’s not hard to push some of her blood through the opening and into his mouth.
the sensation of that is overwhelming too; blood has always felt like a part of her and for a second she’s inside him — his mouth, warm and wet, down his throat…
the moan that shatters the air surprises her too. )
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his mouth is warm and power can feel the vibration of his voice against her skin. it’s hard to deny him anything with the taste of his blood in the back of her throat, and she nods, winding her fingers in his hair and —
she tugs when he bites down, the movement involuntary and a bit too hard for a human. it doesn’t hurt, not really, but she can tell immediately that he’ll have to bite her harder than she’s been biting him to break skin.
good. the pain curls in the part of her stomach where she associates arousal, mixing with a sudden throb between her legs where his length his nudging her. power shivers, rocks her hips again as he continues to bite. it takes a moment for her to process that she can help him; he’s just about broken skin, so it’s not hard to push some of her blood through the opening and into his mouth.
the sensation of that is overwhelming too; blood has always felt like a part of her and for a second she’s inside him — his mouth, warm and wet, down his throat…
the moan that shatters the air surprises her too. )