"Mmm. Tempting." Hovering over Erin, one knee in the mattress between hers and the other on the outside of her thigh, she hooks a claw into the fabric of her tank top in a way that certainly threatens to tear through. It would be very easy. "Mostly spared you that last time, didn't I?"
That draws a proper smirk onto Daisy's face, one that flashes just a bit of teeth. "Well. If you insist."
With Erin's Aura intact there's no real need to be careful about it, she withdraws the hooked finger sharply enough to leave a short tear then proceeds to grip the waistband and rip the right thigh to fucking shreds with one good tug of those claws.
The rest isn't far behind. And it's clear how much more in her element she is when she's like this, over Erin and getting to be rough somehow.
There are many parts of herself Daisy can never be sure if they're all her, or Hunt. The way it feels to have someone like Erin beneath her, giving in, is one of those things. She has to take a moment to shake the thought loose before she can even distract herself from it by kissing Erin again, still sharp and rough and sloppy.
When she pulls back its to sit back on her heels and pull her own tank over her head, leaving her in a lacy bralette and leggings. She removes neither. She just shuffles forward to press her knee up between Erin's thighs and has to remind herself again not to go for the hair.
Erin's nails scrape down Daisy's arms. God but to just get teased and threatened again - mmf! She bites at Daisy's lower lip, equally sharp, exulting in the feeling.
There's just the barest little catch in Daisy's own breathing at the scraping of nails against skin and those sharp teeth in her lip, a catch that gives way to a low, pleased sounding laugh. She tugs at Erin's lips as she draws, instead, to drag lips and teeth along the path of Erin's jugular, breath warm and teeth sharp and the thrum of Erin's blood pumping pounding in Daisy's head.
"Stay nice. And still," she near growls against her throat, whilst at the same time both clawed hands squeeze Erin's tits and she grinds her knee up ever more deliberately between Erin's legs. Still straddling Erin's thigh, the motion has her rolling her hips down against it for friction.
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hadnoright) wrote2022-11-01 01:56 am
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"Mmm. Tempting." Hovering over Erin, one knee in the mattress between hers and the other on the outside of her thigh, she hooks a claw into the fabric of her tank top in a way that certainly threatens to tear through. It would be very easy. "Mostly spared you that last time, didn't I?"
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"Do it, fucking take me and use me up."
Yep, looks like she's really about to. She can walk of shame back in a blanket or something.
let's just pretend that said pants not tank top lmao
That draws a proper smirk onto Daisy's face, one that flashes just a bit of teeth. "Well. If you insist."
With Erin's Aura intact there's no real need to be careful about it, she withdraws the hooked finger sharply enough to leave a short tear then proceeds to grip the waistband and rip the right thigh to fucking shreds with one good tug of those claws.
The rest isn't far behind. And it's clear how much more in her element she is when she's like this, over Erin and getting to be rough somehow.
Time is fluid here
The thought draws a moan from her throat. She kisses at Daisy's neck, meekly, submissively, like an animal showing its belly.
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There are many parts of herself Daisy can never be sure if they're all her, or Hunt. The way it feels to have someone like Erin beneath her, giving in, is one of those things. She has to take a moment to shake the thought loose before she can even distract herself from it by kissing Erin again, still sharp and rough and sloppy.
When she pulls back its to sit back on her heels and pull her own tank over her head, leaving her in a lacy bralette and leggings. She removes neither. She just shuffles forward to press her knee up between Erin's thighs and has to remind herself again not to go for the hair.
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There's just the barest little catch in Daisy's own breathing at the scraping of nails against skin and those sharp teeth in her lip, a catch that gives way to a low, pleased sounding laugh. She tugs at Erin's lips as she draws, instead, to drag lips and teeth along the path of Erin's jugular, breath warm and teeth sharp and the thrum of Erin's blood pumping pounding in Daisy's head.
"Stay nice. And still," she near growls against her throat, whilst at the same time both clawed hands squeeze Erin's tits and she grinds her knee up ever more deliberately between Erin's legs. Still straddling Erin's thigh, the motion has her rolling her hips down against it for friction.