they say I did something bad, so why's it feel so good?
"I'm sure I could make that happen." Charlie purrs before shrugging softly. "Never said anything about it being free, though." She quips, before her blue eyes lower toward his outstretched hand.
"I know what she would want because she tells us." The priestess says simply as she reaches for Jack's wrist to draw his hand closer to her mouth. Holding his blue gaze in hers, Charlie wraps her lips around his index finger, sinking it all the way to its base before smiling softly around it, her tongue writhing just as it would had it been his cock. Once there, her mouth firm against his skin, did she begin to pull it out, one fang pressed softly against the skin until she reached the pad of his finger. Only then did she press down, her canine more than sharp enough to draw blood. Withdrawing his finger and squeezing, her movements slow and suggestive, she let a single droplet bead up, before she letting it fall onto the ground.
It was a shame that the captain hadn't wanted to stay and play; he'd initially seemed just her type, but as Jack continued to brush off her advances, the salacious images in the priestess's mind began to sadly tarnish. "You really should come back when you have more time." She hums, her tail drooping with disappointment.
"I know what she would want because she tells us." The priestess says simply as she reaches for Jack's wrist to draw his hand closer to her mouth. Holding his blue gaze in hers, Charlie wraps her lips around his index finger, sinking it all the way to its base before smiling softly around it, her tongue writhing just as it would had it been his cock. Once there, her mouth firm against his skin, did she begin to pull it out, one fang pressed softly against the skin until she reached the pad of his finger. Only then did she press down, her canine more than sharp enough to draw blood. Withdrawing his finger and squeezing, her movements slow and suggestive, she let a single droplet bead up, before she letting it fall onto the ground.
It was a shame that the captain hadn't wanted to stay and play; he'd initially seemed just her type, but as Jack continued to brush off her advances, the salacious images in the priestess's mind began to sadly tarnish. "You really should come back when you have more time." She hums, her tail drooping with disappointment.
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
