charlie
The way the man's tongue squirms as its tip is removed has blood pooling into Charlie's mouth, and though she certainly has the capacity to make sure she doesn't spill a drop, she allows her lips to part so that it drips down her chin. Lifting her head, the priestess watches through hooded eyes as Asta works, silently marvelling at his skill and wondering if butcher was meant to be an ironic title given his clear finesse.
More than likely, it was a threat.
Ah, but then she sees the reason, and gods if it doesn't fill her with a dark delight. Stretching out a finger as Asta's eyes rise to meet hers, she brushes it adoringly across his cheek as her tail flicks cat-like, back and forth. Between her knees, the man is quickly losing consciousness as blood pools improperly in his chest and his beating heart is protected only by the proportionately poor defences of his rib cage. "You will never have a chance to make better choices, but just know that even if you had, we'd have taken you either way." Charlie whispers sweetly, leaning forward to press a kiss to the tip of the man's nose, leaving a rosette of her mouth in his own blood. "We're the better predators. We were always going to win." She assures him.
Another kiss is pressed to his cheek, before Charlie's teeth slice through the skin, tearing away a perfectly mouth-sized piece which revealed his lolling tongue within. The warmth of his flesh in her mouth combined with the way his jaw tries in vain to call out, to plead, to do anything at all, has the priestess's eyes darkening as she swallows delicately.
More than likely, it was a threat.
Ah, but then she sees the reason, and gods if it doesn't fill her with a dark delight. Stretching out a finger as Asta's eyes rise to meet hers, she brushes it adoringly across his cheek as her tail flicks cat-like, back and forth. Between her knees, the man is quickly losing consciousness as blood pools improperly in his chest and his beating heart is protected only by the proportionately poor defences of his rib cage. "You will never have a chance to make better choices, but just know that even if you had, we'd have taken you either way." Charlie whispers sweetly, leaning forward to press a kiss to the tip of the man's nose, leaving a rosette of her mouth in his own blood. "We're the better predators. We were always going to win." She assures him.
Another kiss is pressed to his cheek, before Charlie's teeth slice through the skin, tearing away a perfectly mouth-sized piece which revealed his lolling tongue within. The warmth of his flesh in her mouth combined with the way his jaw tries in vain to call out, to plead, to do anything at all, has the priestess's eyes darkening as she swallows delicately.
Walked in and dream came trued it for ya
Soft skin and I perfumed it for ya
Soft skin and I perfumed it for ya
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
