#the comma

You weren’t sure what caused your reaction. Perhaps it was her teasing observation that you’d been favoring the erratic fucks of imps instead of the bullying thrusts of orcs. Maybe it was the irritation that had sat heavy in your gut whenever the two of you were compared. Or perhaps, ultimately, it was the fact that the look on her face as she came had been burned behind your eyelids when you’d rather have her skin under your hands. Whatever it was, it had your limbs acting before you could even process your half-baked ideas. Pulling her into a grotto just off the gnoll den, your hand held her wrist against the cold stone wall. Unlike the space around you both, you were only heating up. “I am…not the same as you.” The grit in your voice hadn’t been there moments ago, causing Maelwyn’s eyes to widen in shock. Seeing her response to your actions only had your heart racing faster, blood pumping through every vein in your body. Since the gnolls had taken both of you in, you’d been compared to the ‘other human girl.’ Despite not leaning into this herself, Maelwyn didn’t have to try hard to set herself aside from you. Her hunger for your captors seemed to supersede your own, earning her their favor. It felt like being the last one to be picked at your village's celebratory dances. All of that built up frustration seemed to drive your words. Taking a step closer to her, your full body pinned hers further into the wall. “I can’t even begin to describe how different we are.” Your words rumbled in the space between your chests, raising and lowering with each shallow breath. Taking in the woman before you, it was a moment before you noticed the intensity of her gaze. Maelwyn’s stormy eyes were watching you closely. Such a show of fiery confidence was not the norm for you. Watching you go through the motions that the gnolls did made the corners of her thin lips curl up into a playful smile. Usually, the sight of her smile made you pause, wanting to take a moment to bask in its warmth. This time, however, it just made you feel more infuriated. Grabbing her wrist roughly, you snarled as her body was tugged closer to your own. How dare she laugh at you. Not hearing anything other than the rush of blood in your ears, the frustrated growl that left your throat was for Maelwyn alone. 

Catching sight of your captor's marks against her neck, you moved decisively. Pressing your blunt teeth into the same grooves that the gnolls had carved out so nicely, you took pride in the shuddering groan Maelwyn sent ricocheting into the grotto. Adrenaline, pure and unceasing, thrummed in you. A soft ‘more’ fell from your friend, causing a needy groan to rattle out from behind your teeth. “Fine.” Despite your protests of the opposite, you knew Maelwyn's heart, and knew her loins stirred the same way yours did. You needed more than blunt teeth and desperate grinds against her muscled thigh to please her.