Moonspear and breathe in time [m]

omg!! i didn't know i needed that LMAO

There had never been any denying that he was a large wolf. Sturdy, well-made, and hardened more by the mountain's exquisite crafting, she'd taken in her up-close looks to confirm all this not so long ago. Even famine-worn, he cut impressively. But with him draped over her and her suddenly aware of him in ways she'd not considered before, the perspective on that size evolved rapidly to lure forth a quiet, grating growl.

The ripples of his deep-chest rumbling ran up her back, and she arced reflexively with her ears pinning back in frustration while she willed opportunity to open her a pathway. She couldn't seem to stop him yet, couldn't slip away, and her efforts only wore her down and riled him up -- she understood, for even a sick, lascivious, instinctual satisfaction was pooling in her gut -- she hated the carnality of her seasonal flesh for doing so. This wasn't what she wanted, and wasn't how she meant it to be. She only hoped he understood what this could, and would, mean for him somewhere in his consumed head. Did he value the chance he had at this more than his own lifesblood? So it seemed.

Her lips stayed peeled back, and even pinned, she tried to pressure it back all she could with every ounce of strength she'd muster. Her muscles quivered, aching, screaming and she winced as she adjusted to him, their contact, and the unexpected toll it took on her aching back. Meanwhile, the motions deepened it all. She snapped to the left and right both again, and hissed again when she caught nothing. While held down, he was too close for her to reach and far too devoted to keeping that way with intentions like his. But, but, she schemed, even while her eyes fluttered and the edges of her sight blurred.