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[might_arisen]

*struts*

YOU!!! WHAT IN MY NAME DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?

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[_thuringwethil]

*scowls at Sauron, still bleeding and injured*

[might_arisen]

What's he done to you, sweetheart?

[_thuringwethil]

*pouts*

The injuries are from a fucking owl that Maedhros and Fingon have in their fucking house. I was kind enough to try and pilfer their silmaril for him and got caught in a fray only to return and be bitched at and thrown soiled rags for my wounds.

[might_arisen]

Should I kiss it better? *leers*

[_thuringwethil]

*nods, still pouting*

Only if you promise it'll feel better.

[might_arisen]

It could feel worse... *raises an eyebrow*

Or I could feel worse...

[_thuringwethil]

*smirks and runs a finger down your jugular*

[might_arisen]

Bite me, raicanya...

[_thuringwethil]

*pulls you close, slowly trailing her tongue up your neck before sinking her fangs in deep*

*half snarls, half sighs, drinking hungrily*

[might_arisen]

*hardens rapidly*

*groans*

[_thuringwethil]

*continues to bite, tongue lapping at the blood*

*presses her hips against yours, twitching them eagerly*

[might_arisen]

*grabs your arse and convulses against you*

[_thuringwethil]

*finally pulls away, sighing heatedly through blood-soaked lips*

*rocks against you, nails starting to dig into your back*

[might_arisen]

Fucking fantastic, babe...

[_thuringwethil]

Well at least someone appreciates me...

[might_arisen]

With that mouth, who wouldn't?