Kinktober, Day 11 - Biting
Whether it's plastering someone in small nibbles or rough bites directed straight to some sensitive areas...you just can't go wrong with it.
Overwhelming orgasm into a bit of hair pulling and a rough bite on the shoulder?
Y E S
Pushing one aside, she grabbed a wallet and stuck it in her pocket, before rummaging around in their own wallets.
Might as well get a few eddies for a medical bill. That and a new bass guitar... hers was in splinters.
She looked back at the man.
"Thank you, Vic."
She watched as the man put his gun away, getting a better look at him as the mask went away. She appreciated the hand, but she waved it away for now, opting to take a moment on the wall to breathe.
"...Morrigan."
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It hurt to inhale, and she gently pressed her fingers into her side. She grunted harshly, but was able to massage it a bit.
Her ribs weren't broken, but they were certainly bruised.
After a half minute or so, she stood up and looked at the bodies on the ground. +
Gritting her teeth, the bat-feline gave the dead dude a kick in the crotch, leaning on a blood-spattered wall for support.
Damn, she might've had a few broken ribs too.
As the last thugs were taken out, Morrigan kept on twisting the broken neck of her guitar into the guy's side until she realized his gray matter was dripping onto her jacket.
"Ugh."
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Letting the neck go, whatever was left of him fell to the ground. She stood there heaving for a bit, bruised and bloodied but not seriously injured.
At least until the adrenaline started wearing off. The membrane of her wing dripped blood, and she winced from the shredded pain.+
He stumbled back and took aim, firing wildly at the bat-feline. All but one round missed, taking a sizeable chunk out of her right wing. Morri muffled a scream through her teeth, and as the guy tried to switch mags she sunk the sharp neck of her bass into his side, twisting it.
The spray of red mist and neurotech splattered against the alley wall, the dead thug falling to the ground in a heap. Drips of red coated the rushing blade thug and his heightened reaction let him dodge the lethal gunfire, the bullets landing but not deadly. +
The bladed thug pounced towards Vic, intending to skewer his shoulders to the wall.
The other thug finally pulled out a high caliber pistol, only to be met with a face full of strings and wood as he was smacked with Morri's guitar, splinters showering everyone. +
Seams opened up along his forearms, and nasty mants blades elongated out as he rushed Vic and the held up thug.
Morrigan was still dazed, but she stumbled to the knocked out thug on the ground and hefted her broken bass guitar by the neck, rushing the fumbling thug.
The thug who was held up froze immediately, and the other two glanced over in the man's direction with disdain.
"Goddammit..."
One of the thugs stuck his hands up, but he had a funny little grin on his face.
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"Oh no, please don't kill a dude I don't care about..." he joked.
A moment later and the third thug tossed a throwing knife at Vic's aiming hand, attempting to disarm him while he fumbled at his waistband. The second guy still kept his hands up, but threw them to his sides. +
CW: Blood.
"Fuckin' punks!"
The reader would catch sight of the bat-feline and a few others duking it out in the alley behind the bar. A busted up bass guitar and a shredded messenger bag lay next to a knocked out thief, and a few others circled around a bloodied Morrigan.