More heady, painful bliss and Ignis had to work to keep his beast under control. Another few bites and the air started to smell of coppery blood and it made Ignis' struggle for control even harder. A bite to his nipple and he arched up, snarling his pleasure as clawed hands dug in again and this time, he knew the blood he smelled wasn't just his. Thankfully, he knew that weres had a habit of healing relatively quickly but don't think there would be bloodstains in their nest. Part of him should be repulsed by that thought, but mostly, he knew it would just make it smell even more like them.