Blackfeather Woods Bite me, banana man

The affection she showed to Abraxas alone was new for her as well. Never before had she had the urge to touch someone like this, but it felt... nice. It was as if this was safer than just sitting next to each other, and yet there was not even a threat. It was just them and the redgrove on which she led her younger brother explore her shoulder the way he wanted. Even his breath on her skin was enough to send shivers down her spine, and it showed in her heavy yet relaxed breathing.

In what seemed like a flash did the pain in her shoulder return - less ferocious as with Atshen but still Godlike and heavenly. A moan escaped her, even if she had wanted to control it it would not have made a difference. How come she had to ask to be hurt by Atshen, and yet that her younger brother understood so easily? Reason and logic were thrown out of the window as she sat there, her brother's teeth deep in her flesh and the scent of blood heavy in the air. Her scarred skin had become fragile, and so going through it had not been hard for the other.