Blackfeather Woods I don't remember this dumpster being my subsidiary

Roll: 7+1 = 8
HP: 5/10

Sanity was quickly slipping from them both as they lost themselves in blood and adrenaline. Pain and pleasure occupied two sides of a paper-thin coin. His teeth in her, hers in him; both were rapturous, addictive. Maddening. This needed to wrap up soon before they tore each other asunder, forgetting this was meant to be but a spar.

When she let go, he mirrored her, also desiring a better hold to secure his victory. Predicting her to aim for his neck, Black Hat lunged to intercept the attack by grabbing her muzzle. He'd shake them both to disorient her and toss the woman's head aside if this came to fruition. This would leave her wide open for further attack: the finisher he so desperately sought.