Haunted Wood Gin and Tonic

The woman turned to snap her up right after wrenching her jaws free form her own scruff. Pain moved up her leg like rivulets of lava. Hot, burning.
Still, she had to move, but all was too late.
The General latched onto her again, almost lulling her into a roll. She fought for a moment with a sharp resist which made her injured leg slip from beneath her, and so Vanity was pulled under Alison.

She heaved a few breaths after going down sharper than expected but grinned all the same. Her body warm, pressed up against hers whilst they rolled...it was enough to make anyone tingle. She was gone far too quickly.
She took her last audible, shuddering breath. She couldn't...oh but she so could. The General could take a Consort. She licked her lips, feeling that paw burning into her. 
She wanted to call it possession, but knew it was just domination.
"I'd expect nothing less." She replied breezily. 
She rolled herself onto her back, completely exposed now. Looking into those eyes.
"Especially from someone as sorprendentes​ as you."
Her smile turned coy, sweet even. If coy and sweet went together.