So sorry for the wait, and the quality of this post. Lets just say I am not used having these kind of threads. I suppose I should get used to it though, ehe. [500+]
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He had given her time to escape, and she had refused to back off. She had agreed playing the game, and there was nothing she could do any longer that could stop him from consuming her. Or let himself be consumed by her. She was the first female that had been willing all the way. Even Milla, which had been the female that had carried his first and only litter, had failed. Beautiful. She was dead and gone anyway, given into the light mist and gone towards the light right after the children had been born. They were all in the past, and the warm body wrapped around him was here, now, so fucking good.
They were together in this. Her sharp nails created red marks wherever they went, and their tongues always found each other in the end, could not get enough of the sweet taste mixed with pink. It disappeared though, and a grunt escaped him as she thought she could do as she wanted. He was pulled back by talons buried into his mane. For some reason he bared his throat without any objections. Her teeth made contact with his tender skin and drew droplets. Beautiful. Pain wandered arm in arm with ecstasy, it was too much. Her tongue flickered over the same spot and his throat vibrated together with panting turning heavier for every time he planted himself into her.
Her little beautiful whimper was music lost in space, the private little world they both shared. Oh, he loved the fact that she was so willing. She wrapped her legs around his hips, and allowed him to go deeper, and the sensation of truly burying inside her made his world shake and fall into the ground. Her body ached against him, and his hand helped her along, leaving red streaks on her back. Beautiful. His little rag doll. He did not care about why she was here, why she was so willing and open to him. Everything and nothing mattered.
Utter perfection, Utter perfection. For every thrust he lost himself more and more, until he was gone. He slammed her against the tree, no longer bothering if she got crushed in the meantime. She bit down on him, and he let his tongue rasp across her lovely cheek a tiny moment before she was forgotten as the highest and final wave of the act sent him spinning around and around and made the world perish. Beautiful. It was all instinct by now, and he had gone from steady and somewhat slow, into a wild ride. He let a groan escape his throat, and he buried his muzzle into her perfumed fur. His hips thrust a few last times before his body went still, and he simply leaned against her.
He still held her, but he withdrew slightly the talons that had dug into her skin repeatedly. He sniffed into her fur and moved his muzzle up to her ear and bit it gently and tugged it slightly, letting a little laugh escape his lips. You’re lovely.
Beautiful.