[It was too much, utterly overwhelming. All of it. Her own release and Chariot's, the buzz of the wine, the raw lightning in Chariot's blood on her tongue...]
[It takes Fang several moments to realize she's been mindlessly lapping at the wound, her grip tight on her lover. It's... satisfying, in a primal way Fang didn't know existed. Her eyes darted up, watching Chariot ride the last of her orgasm. She didn't have the presence of mind to question it, or to poke fun at her Bonded; the Turnskin side of her was very much at the forefront, now, and one arm released it's possessive clutched to trail down her back to her hip down to her thigh, Fang's fingers arching in facsimile of claws and dragging her fingernails in the process. It stopped halfway down, her blunt nails digging in harder.]
[It's a question, both in the Bond and in Fang's eyes (wilder than they were a moment ago) and her touch. Another?]
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[It takes Fang several moments to realize she's been mindlessly lapping at the wound, her grip tight on her lover. It's... satisfying, in a primal way Fang didn't know existed. Her eyes darted up, watching Chariot ride the last of her orgasm. She didn't have the presence of mind to question it, or to poke fun at her Bonded; the Turnskin side of her was very much at the forefront, now, and one arm released it's possessive clutched to trail down her back to her hip down to her thigh, Fang's fingers arching in facsimile of claws and dragging her fingernails in the process. It stopped halfway down, her blunt nails digging in harder.]
[It's a question, both in the Bond and in Fang's eyes (wilder than they were a moment ago) and her touch. Another?]