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Exhilaration flowed from one body to the other feeding into the growing ferocity of this skillful dance. Even as her claws clasped his throat and her jaws split with a victorious smile, the harnessed energy further fueled the procession of this age old ballad, increasing the tempo by the quickening pulse within her tightening grasp.
A sharp shot to the thigh, and the flow of energy had been reserved, coming not from the she-wolf but from the obsidian male as the more dominating energy fed their dance from henceforth. That slack in her grasp was all he needed to steal away from her hold to counter with one of his own. Pain shot through her wounded shoulder as her arm was wrenched forcefully behind, surely tearing apart the poorly healing wound and ushering down precious droplets of blood along her golden limb.
There was no voice of pain despite the insufferable throb of her wounded limb... but a surging growl of a secret pleasure as the energy pushed her mind toward a certain madness. She would not be forced into submission, not when this dance had only just begun. Her tail lashed wildly in anger at the very thought as a premature ending to a potentially invigorating exchange. Though ensnared and pain, her instinct demanded that she resist and utilized that skill harnessed through seasons of rigorous training. Ignoring the swelling pain, she moved, sliding back her leg to catch her captor in the shin while forcing her free arm around in an attempt to catch her claws into his side to encourage her release...