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Title: Kvika
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open_on_sunday Quick challenge. Title is an Old Norse word.
She can smell it, the rising moon reflected in the wolf fur scent permeating her skin, at odds with the light, smiling citrus-honey-flower smell she bathes in. Nina knows that Angel smells it, too. Like she smells the pig's blood.
"Quick fuck before the full moon," she said.
Now, her legs tight around his waist, drawing in and holding on. Lips pressed to his jugular, everything desperate, sharp and drenched with the pig-wolf-happy girl smell as she opens her mouth, riding the edge of orgasm. When she comes she bites down hard, down to the quick and Angel comes, too.
A/N: 100 words written for the
open_on_sunday Quick challenge. Title is an Old Norse word.She can smell it, the rising moon reflected in the wolf fur scent permeating her skin, at odds with the light, smiling citrus-honey-flower smell she bathes in. Nina knows that Angel smells it, too. Like she smells the pig's blood.
"Quick fuck before the full moon," she said.
Now, her legs tight around his waist, drawing in and holding on. Lips pressed to his jugular, everything desperate, sharp and drenched with the pig-wolf-happy girl smell as she opens her mouth, riding the edge of orgasm. When she comes she bites down hard, down to the quick and Angel comes, too.
