Barrow Fields Lord, show [m]e how to say no to this

She gripped the ground beneath her as best as she could, trying to lock her knees; he was by far one of the largest males she had to bear on her back. His grip was tight around her, though it wasn't entirely uncomfortable. His pace was surprisingly steady for someone his age — someone almost, if not a bit older, than her — which only served to spur her pleasure. Too fast took the pleasure away, which was half of the point of mating. Her moans reached a fever pitch as she clenched around him, her brain whitewashing for a brief moment before she came back to reality, the silver male still pressing his weight against her.