[ He's not giving up his pacing, not when he intends to rend him down to a boneless, panting wreck. But the elf's got a pretty tongue, and there's a reason he hasn't gagged him yet.
Meanwhile, he had every notion of continuing. So he turns his head to pay mind to the other leg, unmarred as of yet, lips and teeth closing against tanned flesh and drawing tight, tongue rolling over that pinch of skin caught there with every intent of leaving another blood bruise beneath the surface. ]
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[ He's not giving up his pacing, not when he intends to rend him down to a boneless, panting wreck. But the elf's got a pretty tongue, and there's a reason he hasn't gagged him yet.
Meanwhile, he had every notion of continuing. So he turns his head to pay mind to the other leg, unmarred as of yet, lips and teeth closing against tanned flesh and drawing tight, tongue rolling over that pinch of skin caught there with every intent of leaving another blood bruise beneath the surface. ]