Ankyra Sound This is it, the apocalypse.

do you want to fade out to fireworks or keep going? i'm good w/ either <3

slow, and then all at once--the primal rush. she writhed against his touch like a twisted lock. he circled her closely, canvassing the extent of her frame and leaning against it with fierce possessiveness. emboldened, he nosed her flank, working his teeth over her rump, and then with urgency stirring his loins came his intrepid bid to test her receptivity. 

she presented him with an opportunity by orienting her hindquarters towards him, and he seized it, savoring the firewater newly revealed by the inviting sweep of her tail. intoxicated--and in the same uncoordinated manner of such a blotto--Lycaon hoisted himself upon her and rested against her back, hugging her frame like a parenthesis curling around a provocative afterthought. his forelegs clenched the uptuck of her hip, excitement laboring his breath.