[ It's a strange feeling, to have a tongue trace the outline of an open wound. As Rin licks away at it and collects his blood on her tongue, Dark watches the back of her ponytail with curiosity, unsure of her expression. Somehow, though, he senses her energy returning to herβ by her subtleties and by her movements. Faintly under the surface of her palm, Dark's pulse can be pulsing at the head of his cock. It matches the one under the gash on his wrist. ]
How is it? Better?
[ Quietly. Rin is silent now, but Dark is the chatty type. ]
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How is it? Better?
[ Quietly. Rin is silent now, but Dark is the chatty type. ]