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Even his laugh is arousing, and the harlot's eyes darken as the sound vibrates through her body. Her tail swings, her muscles bunch, and her mind twists into a funnel to focus fully on the stranger as their dance commences. In the distance, where he's prowling fearsomely and helplessly, Dominus makes a valiant attempt to dissuade her from this course of action. "Not want more cubs." He doesn't understand the concept of fornication for pleasure, as he's a primitive creature in comparison to her and whilst he comprehends that sometimes she has womanly urges that he can't understand, he does not see the point of such elaborate courtship if no child is to come from it.
Bless his heart. The General blocks him out, ignores his warnings. She has other things on her mind. The stallion's ears pin, and the danger sends a thrilled shiver down her spine. She's killing two birds with one stone - training her body, and then satisfying it. Admittedly her policy to fight before she fucks can be a bit of an inconvenience, especially when her tingling skin is crying out for immediate release, but she's the mistress of self-control and understands the joy of delayed gratification. He crashes against her left side, sending her sprawling sideways and fighting for balance in the snow. He is far larger than her, brutish, but his weight is a blessed caress against her hungry flesh. She manages to keep her footing, throwing her legs wide and trying to ground herself so as not to tumble over. His teeth clamp behind her ears - and for a moment she idly thinks how similar he is to lions like Dominus, how both beasts hold their women down by their scruffs in an act of brutal dominance....or would, if there were any stunted lionesses for her companion to mount - and there is the temptation to simply submit so they can jump to the good bit. But she resists. She wants to see his strength, his rage, the primal passion that she knows he can summon. So she throws her neck downwards, straining uselessly against his vice-like grip, and aims an ungainly cow-kick to her left, trying to crunch her hind hooves into his right side. Not too hard - broken ribs might taint his prowess as a lover - but hopefully hard enough to let him know that he needs to redouble his force in order to make her bend to his will. |
@Reginald
Other characters have permission to use magic/violence against Nyx at any time.
