surely xylina could sense aoko’s heart thumping faster than ever before. god, aoko could hardly move underneath the fox’s touch. every little move xylina make was like a spell, making aoko fall deeper into her spell. by the bat of xylina’s eyelashes && the trace of her lips, they are beyond the point of no return. not that aoko had any complaints. gods no. she’s perfect.
“—yes, that’s right,” they gulp “if you want…you can mark me. right there on my neck,” a pale finger lingers over a patch of untouched, snow-like skin. “would you…like that?” aoko’s heart can barely take any more. their hands stretch out towards xylina’s waist, a further invite for xylina to partake in their request.
Eyes shifted to where the other had touched, her tongue wetting her lips at the thought of marking Aoko who was willing to ( show ) the world they belonged to someone - they belonged to her. They knew what made her tic, what made her slip into her more ... primal state. Where she was possessive, where she showed her feelings without any thought, where she ignored her sense of reason.
She was, after all, a Kitsune, a Demon.
After pecking the other in the lips, an act of reassurance, she immediately ducked, face pressing against Aoko’s soft skin, nuzzling it for a moment before fangs started to nip, followed by a velvet tongue ran along the redness. More, a single mark wasn’t enough. She started to press more kisses, nips, everything along what skin she could touch.