[ Through the drug's haze, having her lips on his skin makes her feel rewarded, and the ticks feel longer than they should. Through the drug's haze the sound of displeasure that Shiro makes is only a plea for more --
And her brain registers pain -- a dangerous kind of pain, and Allura pulls back with a sharp cry. It grounds her some, shaking some as the drug and common sense battle in brain. As her mind registers what's happening, she looks him up, still on his knees and not poised for attack. At least not yet. She had asked him to bite her, and he did. She can't see if there's blood on his mouth, but once she touches the wound on her jaw and feels it wet... ]
Perfect. You get the muzzle for that.
[ Zarkon likes her broken, likes Shiro broken, and they will deliver. Let this be the last time he sees them so. Allura takes the muzzle in one hand, and with the other, she will make a grab for the white forelock in an attempt to keep him still. She activates the muzzle with her quintessence and its straps behave like that of the cords, straps shooting out to wrap around his head and make sure he doesn't use his mouth as a weapon.
... and under the drug's haze, in the pinpricks of clarity, Allura's heart aches. She apologizes to Shiro over and over and over in her mind, and she looks forward to healing the both of them, even if just on the surface. ]
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And her brain registers pain -- a dangerous kind of pain, and Allura pulls back with a sharp cry. It grounds her some, shaking some as the drug and common sense battle in brain. As her mind registers what's happening, she looks him up, still on his knees and not poised for attack. At least not yet. She had asked him to bite her, and he did. She can't see if there's blood on his mouth, but once she touches the wound on her jaw and feels it wet... ]
Perfect. You get the muzzle for that.
[ Zarkon likes her broken, likes Shiro broken, and they will deliver. Let this be the last time he sees them so. Allura takes the muzzle in one hand, and with the other, she will make a grab for the white forelock in an attempt to keep him still. She activates the muzzle with her quintessence and its straps behave like that of the cords, straps shooting out to wrap around his head and make sure he doesn't use his mouth as a weapon.
... and under the drug's haze, in the pinpricks of clarity, Allura's heart aches. She apologizes to Shiro over and over and over in her mind, and she looks forward to healing the both of them, even if just on the surface. ]