Board Thread:Role Plays (Adult)/@comment-24487330-20140619233536/@comment-24487330-20140702134243

Well, it wasn't an outright "no", so she couldn't hold it against him later, right? This was the justification Camo gave himself as he set up his idea. He used his one supporting hand to lift up her lower leg and pulled his knife away from the fresh cut he'd just made. After taking a moment to get up his gall, he leaned in close and reluctantly stuck out the tip of his tongue, which should have clearly relayed his intentions to Sanguis.

Supposing that she didn't try to stop him, he would start by carefully lapping up the blood leaking from her open cut. The taste of her vital humour wouldn't be as bad as he'd imagined it, but picking up on the sensation would still make him grimace. After getting over his own misgivings, his tongue would slowly work its way toward the wound, cleaning away the dripping beads of crimson with small, delicate motions, until finally meeting the edge of the chasm he'd created. At that point, he'd take things up a notch.

This is where convention would meet creativity. The expression "licking one's wounds" was derived from an actual practice meant to stave off infection. Normally, though, the feeling of massaging a cut or sore might feel somewhat soothing or at least dull any pain from said wound. In order to inflict any sort of pain, Camo would have to be harsh with the application of his tongue, jabbing its tip into the part in her skin and dragging it roughly along the sore edges. If Sanguis approves of his gambit, he'd bring his knife back into play as well, using its thin edge to keep the cut open and bleeding and to spread the broken skin. The appeal of this stimulation might not last too long, but if it helps to excite her at all, then it'll be worth the extra effort...