Her mane had never felt like a hindrance til now; a leash of sorts meant to keep her in place and under his definite control. She harbored no will to escape, but each time her timing slipped, the felt the forceful jerk of her newly acclaimed master’s leash and was compelled to match his strides despite her dwindling strength. She could hardly keep herself up let alone in rhythm, but as she again felt her core tighten and familiar tension wound itself tight, she fought harder against the desire to rest and braced herself through the plateau ridden vigorously towards their finish.
A little more was all she asked for, what she whined for. To reach that precipice again with her mate adjoined and be endowed with the essence that would carry to fruition. But when asked, none of this came to mind rather a blank was drawn, deepening with each mind shattering thrust crippling her core. Her voice was strained, near worn from continuous use it was a wonder a word was spoken at all. And only a word was uttered as she fought to catch her breath. “Finish…” she groan, her voice nearly choked from air, her chest aching from the shallow breaths and overwork of her heart. “Please…please finish…”