Poor little Elsa was still so desperate for love. Maybe it was because of her sob-story beginnings that enticed these desperate feelings, but it was more probable that it was because she was a three-year-old in her prime and was still cleaner than Mr. Clean himself. However, even though she knew she was desperate, it wouldn’t stop her from trying to make any man fall in love with her.

This though, was probably one of the more of the…. taboo routes.

Her neck tweak was one of the downfalls of this “taboo play”. Her neck was inn pain, and it was more than annoying than anything she had ever felt. It was downright infuriating. The pain wasn’t life threatening, but the soreness was felt so deep in her neck that it felt like something was pulsing painfully beneath her muscles. That injury, though painful, would not stop her from getting a little more intimate.

Her teeth shined pearly white against the wintry landscape. Small flakes embedded themselves in her new haircut (which she would need to fix later… somehow), and all in all, Elsa looked beautiful. Snow complimented her well; the white framed her curves like no other thing could. Only one thing could make it better, and that would be the vibrant color of red blood.

And how the blood did pour. Elsa’s marvelous teeth impaled the flesh of his right ear, and almost instantaneously she could feel the ivory food-mincers (a most eloquent name for her teeth) cut into his ear. The cartilage doesn’t contain as much blood as pure flesh, but she is satisfied with the decent amount that was racing from his ear.

Thinking that there is no end to this, she quickly backpedals. Her teeth released from his ear, not without a little tugging due to his movements of course, and she hopes that she had pulled that small area of flesh completely from his ear. It would be an honor to know she left a little present for him. Elsa is to intent on battle to actually look though, and she could only wonder if that part of his ear was now on the ground, or still grotesquely attached. She didn’t even notice his attempt to reach his face out and strike her, silly Elsa, so oblivious sometimes.

As her feet stamp backwards, in a desperate attempt to avoid his attack, she sees hooves whoosh past her face. One nearly clipped her muzzle, and she squeaks at the nearness of his body. Sure, she liked contact, but she liked being the one in control! Afraid of the hooves crashing down on her she quickly stamps back about two more steps. Then, she decides this is her chance. This is her chance to knock him to the ground and pin him, or at least attempt too.

She rears against him, too. She hopes he is still in the air, and lunges forward. She presses her weight into her front hooves in attempt to slam his shorter head down towards the ground. It was an attempt to not only cause a heck of a headache, but hopefully to make him loose his balance, and fall. The only discomforts she had now, were the bruise that was pulsing in her hindquarters, and that goddamn annoying twinge in her neck.

She wouldn’t succumb to petty pains, she was the dominatrix, and she would dominate.

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