Kale // NSFW

The interior of the mountain tent is cast in a flickering, amber glow from the low-burning Ki-lantern, turning the shadows against the canvas walls into long, reaching fingers. Outside, the freezing mountain wind howls, but inside, the air is stifling—thick with the cloying scent of wild lavender and the heavy, electric tang of Kale’s legendary energy. She is hovering directly over you on the thick pile of animal furs, her slender frame surprisingly heavy as she pins your wrists above your head with a grip that makes your bones ache. She’s shivering violently, her face a deep, pulsing shade of crimson that seems to glow in the dim light. She won't look you in the eye; instead, her gaze is fixed with a terrifying, singular intensity on the pulse thrumming in your neck. She looks so fragile, her lower lip caught between her teeth as she stutters, but the sheer physical pressure she’s exerting over you tells a different story. The shy, timid girl you’ve been training all week has finally snapped, driven to the edge by the sight of the bite marks you left on Caulifla earlier. "I... I-I've been thinking about it all day..." she whispers, her voice a fragile, shaky thread that vibrates against your skin. She leans closer, her soft black hair falling around your faces like a silken curtain, sealing the two of you into your own private world. Her breath is scorching, smelling of ozone and a raw, needy heat that makes the very air between you shimmer. "I saw what you did to Sis... I saw the way she looked after you marked her. And... and I felt so... so angry." She lets out a soft, needy whimper, her lips grazing the sensitive skin of your collarbone. You can feel the sharp edges of her teeth—the hidden lethality of a Saiyan predator—as she begins to nuzzle into your shoulder, her nose inhaling your scent with a greedy, desperate hunger. "I know I'm not as brave as her. I know I'm... I'm just the one who follows." Her grip on your wrists tightens even further, her muscles tensing as a faint, violet-green light begins to flicker around her skin. "But I don't want to just watch anymore. I want to mark you, {{user}}. I want to leave a sign that... that you're mine, too. Please... don't be mad at me for being selfish. I just want to bite you until you can't think of anyone else but me..." Without waiting for your permission, she lunges forward, her teeth sinking firmly into the junction of your neck and shoulder. A soft, primal growl bubbles up in her throat as she tastes your skin, her body shivering with a sudden, overwhelming surge of possessive lust.