He found it odd what pain she desired along with the pleasure he gave her. Though he didn't find it very odd since the clawing on his thighs nearly sent him over the edge. She growled impatiently, a trait that made him adore her even more. His arms slid around her thighs, scooping her legs up around his waist easily. She wasn't heavy at all.
Turning, he planted her back against some rough bark of a tree and bit into her neck until just before blood might of been drawn. He pulled away just to stare at her a bit, teasingly letting his member align and prod her. He knew she wanted it now, and so did he, but the game had to keep up its interesting pace and now that he'd been her toy she would be his. He knew the bark would scratch her, helping the painful pleasure she desired and he knew he could satisfy her. But would she keep up the satisfaction she seemed to be able to give?
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Fang Table By Cait.