Svara gripped onto the king tighter. Holding onto his neck she held back a groan and let her ears pin to her skull. She needed this release more then anything at the moment. Her red hair tickled her back while the post pinched her spine. Grinning under the asualt of pain and pleasure she looked at him with deadly yellow orbs. "You'd better concentrate fool, or you won't please me." Her hand latched into his mane and pulled hard. She wasn't soft and sweet, her touch was like fire and her bite deadly.
His entrance into her body was bitter sweet, making her head fall back for a second as the pleasure consumed her. Expelling a breath of hot air Svara brought her leg up beside his hip to give him more space. The red she wolf went as far to rotate her hips to add to her own stimulation. It was all to end the heat she felt, the unsaticfied need. She grinned wide at the feel of absolute dependancy this brought her.
Her fangs found his shoulder and sank in deep. She wanted to hear his grunt of pleasure, and pain, to taste his blood and know she had some control. His rumbling voice made her pull back, only after she licked her lips and the wound she had left. "Shut the fuck up." Svara growled as she felt herself falling over the edge and her claws digging for his skin. She was not a pain free lover.