[ Is what she sneers back, tongue absently trailing along her lips to lick up the blood as well - only to hiss as his fingers squeeze around her feathers, wings twitching in response. She does wonder for a moment if he will tear at them; of course she would be furious, but as always there's that undercurrent of curiosity. Even she's not entirely sure how bloody she wants this to be, content to follow her everchanging whims as always... Though there's an appeal to seeing blood spilled on hallowed ground.
She really is being too lenient, isn't she? With anyone else she would be outraged at them even thinking of ruining her wings, would crush their hands before they could touch her, but maybe she's just that glad to meet someone like her? Maybe it's something other than that? Well, it's not like she has the mindset to dwell on it at the moment. ]
Then you would owe me for getting blood on my wings, on top of the ripped clothes. [ No, she will absolutely not let that go. And she punctuates her words with a quick, sharp grind of her heel against his crotch - brief and fleeting, before she turns her attention to finally taking those damn pants off. And it's fine if they get torn a little... or a lot, right? Right. ]
Or did you want me to beg and plead for you not to do it?
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[ Is what she sneers back, tongue absently trailing along her lips to lick up the blood as well - only to hiss as his fingers squeeze around her feathers, wings twitching in response. She does wonder for a moment if he will tear at them; of course she would be furious, but as always there's that undercurrent of curiosity. Even she's not entirely sure how bloody she wants this to be, content to follow her everchanging whims as always... Though there's an appeal to seeing blood spilled on hallowed ground.
She really is being too lenient, isn't she? With anyone else she would be outraged at them even thinking of ruining her wings, would crush their hands before they could touch her, but maybe she's just that glad to meet someone like her? Maybe it's something other than that? Well, it's not like she has the mindset to dwell on it at the moment. ]
Then you would owe me for getting blood on my wings, on top of the ripped clothes. [ No, she will absolutely not let that go. And she punctuates her words with a quick, sharp grind of her heel against his crotch - brief and fleeting, before she turns her attention to finally taking those damn pants off. And it's fine if they get torn a little... or a lot, right? Right. ]
Or did you want me to beg and plead for you not to do it?