Haunted Wood for the rotting (mtr.)

And her nose found the peak of his breastbone without hesitation, honeyed eyes never leaving the acclaimed warlords’ as she ran her chin up through the furs of the column of his neck. Namira’s soulful daughter could almost taste his iron on her tongue and she wantedtososhedid,
the insidious purr only deepening as, with a quick tick of her rose head, snipped into the flesh just shy of his jugular; a mere kitten’s nibble, when compared to how she’d been gorging herself like a lioness, earlier.

Nesrine opened her maw wide, lips curling with impish glee as she laved her tongue up up up along to the corner of his jaw— and an undulating groan reverberated from deep between her own throat and lungs as his scent smothered her, choked her. She only pressed herself further into her would-be bloodlord; a noxious laugh following her the entire time.