Halalalalaaa.
Sooner or later, after much fighting, Hurricane was able to get control of the woman. The fists to the face seemed to work their charm, for the woman slumped down, but she still had that ugly snarl on her maw, along with blood, dripping down her face. She looked like a mess. Hurricane liked it, for some reason. He felt like he was destroying some piece of Art that some famous painter did a long time ago. He grew so excited about this whole thing that he really didn't think he could fight anymore, even if he wanted to. He just wanted to fuck, so bad now and her scent did not make his urges any better. No. They really didn't. The woman beneath him spat in his face but made no other movement to try and leave, nor did she speak to him. He liked it when she shut the fuck up. It was a lot better than her talking, because he didn't particularly enjoy her voice. Something about the pitch. It just made him angrier when she talked, so it was a good move for her to just stop everything.
When she spat in his face though, he took his hand and smacked her across the face. Don't fucking spit on me either, bitch. snarled the wolfdog as he finally started to realize that they were not on dry land. There was still some water beneath them, and so he carefully grabbed both of her wrists and he got up, and then dragged her against the ground until she was on the shoreline to where they'd be at least somewhat dry, and once she was there, kicking and all, he quickly found his way back on top of her, and he pushed her legs apart. He continued to hold one hand up against the woman's neck with the blade, and the other hand went down to his pants. His legs wedged against her own so that she would not close her legs, and once he was able to unzip his pants, his dick easily found itself excited.
He growled lightly before he pushed himself roughly into her, and he pulled out slightly and pushed back in. He was no gentle lover, never was, never would be. He thrusted into her, and he went as roughly as he wanted to, taking no heed for any growls, or yelps in objection to his actions. Nor did he forget to continue to hold that knife at her neck to remind her that he would and could easily end her life right here, and right now if he so chose to. Honestly he should have killed her the first time, but for some reason she did not die. He didn't remember why she didn't die, but she didn't and not only was that frustrating to him, but for some reason it made him even more sexually attracted to her. Too bad nothing else was really all that attractive to him though. Maybe they could have been a sadist couple on a rampage or something if he had seen any other value in the woman, but he didn't, so he continued to fuck her senselessly.
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