Her nipples all but ached in their hardness, the cold air tormenting them just as badly as any touch, goose bumps having raised over her skin. She shivered again as his claw traced over her skin, though not from the cold this time around, but from the sensations derived from that sharp point. Damita was still lucid enough for her mind to have gone into overtime, panic seizing her as her thoughts continued to take on a morbid tone. ‘I can’t have anyone find me like this! Mortifying- Oh! What is he doing?’<br/><br/>Her thoughts drifted as his tongue slid lower and lower, her eyes growing wider and wider, a breath given as he stopped at the waistband of her panties. She had a feeling that he was toying with her for a greater purpose, like a cat toyed with a mouse before they killed and ate it. She had shifted, wanting to sit up, though that large paw pinned her down, Damita’s body once again freezing under its assertive touch; no matter how much her mind screamed to fight.<br/><br/>Damita’s torso jerked as his tongue touched to her nipple, giving her body what it craved and the mind couldn’t comprehend; it was almost a relief to feel his lips wrap around that aching nub, suckling like a kitten at its mother’s nipple. Small sound was made in her throat, though it was hard to tell whether it was one of discouragement or otherwise, lids falling to partially cover those expressive cinnamon eyes.<br/>