[The lovely thing about his love bites is that there will be no hiding them, the purple-red bruises with the obvious patterning of tusks pinching into skin - she's glad to keep them on display for all to see like the finest jewelry he could think to give her. (Although given the future tilt of colder weather that's coming, she might have to reconsider her aversion to clothes. Or just ask Fjord to keep her warm otherwise).
A long, low moan breathes past her lips as he marks her, drags her in and she picks up a slow, smooth rhythm. Hands slide from his neck to his chest, fingers curled just enough that he can feel the drag of her nails pricking into his skin, tracing gently over his scars and applying more pressure when she teases over his nipples.]
By the fates, [She murmurs, lifting up enough to feel the first of his ridges pull free from her, and sinking down again, riding him at a pace that's careful not to disrupt the pinch-pain of his teeth against her skin. Retrained, but just barely, given the hammering of her pulse that she can feel throbbing against his mouth. She tilts her head forward, moaning at the resulting tugging of his hand still fisted in her hair, then tugs again, purposefully.] Harder, love. You're not going to break me.
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A long, low moan breathes past her lips as he marks her, drags her in and she picks up a slow, smooth rhythm. Hands slide from his neck to his chest, fingers curled just enough that he can feel the drag of her nails pricking into his skin, tracing gently over his scars and applying more pressure when she teases over his nipples.]
By the fates, [She murmurs, lifting up enough to feel the first of his ridges pull free from her, and sinking down again, riding him at a pace that's careful not to disrupt the pinch-pain of his teeth against her skin. Retrained, but just barely, given the hammering of her pulse that she can feel throbbing against his mouth. She tilts her head forward, moaning at the resulting tugging of his hand still fisted in her hair, then tugs again, purposefully.] Harder, love. You're not going to break me.