And Gloria gasps out an orgasm from Sable's teeth, the most sensitive part of her body subjected to those rending bites, her toes curling and her body shuddering in bliss.

"Ah, fuck yes. Sable..."

She tears ravenously into Gloria, ripping out chunks of her thighs, her hips, her ribs, growling moans spilling from her throat as she devours her love, strawberry juice running sticky down her face like blood.

And Gloria comes and comes and comes, pith falling from her flesh, her whole body burning up in heat and love and the satisfaction of being consumed utterly. 

Sable comes as well, writhing in orgasm after orgasm as the feeling of devouring Gloria burns in her, before finally sagging atop her ragged body, spent.

"Ahhhhhh...." Gloria cuddles Sable softly, and closes her eyes. It feels so good to be loved. 

Slowly, her bruised and pulped flesh regrows, outward from her pit, filling first with white pith and then firm, succulent flesh.