Otter Creek Beneath the mockery of the moon

Nyx was enraged by the other's beauty - by the possibility that she might entrance Damien and steal away the one she wanted more than her own sanity. What first had been a silent assassination of some sort had turned into a cluster of limbs and soft yet spine-tingling growls from the star-kissed Apaata. The strange thing was that Nyx didn't even wish for the other to die. She simply wanted her to be so deformed Damien wouldn't even think of talking to her. Not that she'd be able to talk back if it ever did happen though...

Before she knew it, she was atop the other and had wiggled her own muzzle into her maw. Something soft and rubbery dribbled some saliva into Nyx's mouth but she grabbed it. She hardly had to pull; the girl finally sprung into motion again and on both ends did they pull on her tongue. Ultimately, Astrid got the winning piece and the thing came out with blood and the scent of victory. Nyx's work was done...

She dodged the other's attacks the best she could, the girl's inexperience with this kind of thing making it fairly easy for the goddess of night. She would allow for the other to run, but would chase her for a slight duration (tongue dangling from her mouth) just for the heck of it.