11-06-2009, 06:44 AM
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| http://sleepyglow.net/rp/kae/endoftheworld.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-top:243px; padding-left:15px; padding-right:15px; padding-bottom:10px;"> For several long minutes, the coyote did not move, she scarcely even breathed; her golden eye glazed over and she desperately tried to separate her mind from her present state. Anywhere but here, anything but this. The hybrid knew what was coming for her, and that simple fact made it a thousand times worse. He was hot above her, his weight pressing her flat to the ground. She wished she could sink into it and dissolve into the earth, slipping away from him through the layers of concrete and soil and mineral and metal all the way down to the fires of hell. But if she really wanted that, she could move, couldn't she? She could try to get away from him, and that would bring about her death swiftly enough. No. She again shut her golden-yellow eye, and a shudder wracked her body as his teeth raked her, reminding her again that at any moment he could decide her life was no longer worth holding, he could quite easily dispose of it. Her face twisted up again, the expression less fierce than it was simply sad now, though her lips still curled up in a pained snarl. Her eye opened once more and the hybrid almost spoke to hurry him, but she found her vocal chords would not respond, silent and squeaky now that he had her beneath him, so expertly pinned and position. He shifted her roughly a few times, shoving her body and positioning it where he wanted it, and after some moments of this violent foreplay his gaze took a hold of hers and she regretted her forethought to hurry him in that instant. In one swift move the chocolatey colored wolf had the hybrid as he wanted her, and in an instant he was inside of her, his slow ravishing forgotten in the heat of passion. The hybrid's entire body stiffened in protest of his presence and then she finally did cry out, a quiet and strangled yelp from the silvery coyote. Her coal-black lip drew back into her mouth and her teeth found it, clenching down hard enough to draw her own blood as he pummeled her. She flinched away from him each time, not daring to move any further, and even that ceased as his teeth found her flesh once more, scraping hard against her neck. Once again the hybrid grew completely still, lying beneath his torrential blows and swallowing them with not an ounce of pride left in her; she was deflated and thoroughly defeated, and she knew it. |