There was blood on Tanith's lips and she licked it away as it tingled her mouth and tongue, just as the droplets tingled along her belly. It surprised her--both the tingling and that she'd drawn blood. She hadn't really meant to go that far, but she was so used to muscling her way through life that she often forgot her own strength.
But soon the shock of it passed, and the sharp, metallic scent of blood only further aroused Tanith as she wriggled beneath Stygia, clawing (more carefully!) at her shoulders and pulling roughly at her hair, her breath coming out in sharp bursts and moaning sobs. It was intense, this pleasure coursing through her, Stygia's continuous ministrations preventing her from winding down from one release before she began to build toward the next.
She bucked against her hand, grinding her hips desperately against her, eager for more, and then she reached down with her left hand and began to stroke her own clit. "Fuck, Stygia! Fuuuck!"
And then she cried out when another climax made her shudder and curl against the other woman, body trembling uncontrollably and breath coming out in frantic bursts.