Sawtooth Spire un beso

The brute force was met in kind, a flex of supple muscles beneath the fur stroking into sharp bone and sinew. Wide paws held firm and true to their grip, toes flexing into earth that did not give below blunt claws. Punishing pinches were burrowed into the pale fur that managed to land betwixt teeth, a dastardly huff of hot air burrowing into tender skin in a daring intrusion. The last time, perhaps, that the spider would touch the female, and it was bound to be salacious. 

Inky throat was gripped in teeth and, rather thank yank away in reflex, the Eta drove into the cutlery so that sinew and skin burned with the blatant lack of regard for safety. Should the female wish to punish it was expressly given. In response, teeth grappled for the curvature of bear-like ears, their tender cartilage easily bent beneath weight. The action was deliberate yet delicate, wishing to suck one in should she pursue the spider's throat. Tongue, again, lashed for the tender object, another huff of air subjecting his victim to intimate advances whether she wanted them or not. Improper. Grounds for termination, even. The spider threw caution aside.

The steering of bodies was easily accommodated, shifting weight to guide their tumultuous figures into the cavernous opening that lead into darker hallways. Give and take. Shoulder jammed into the rocky pillar of a doorway, ignoring the sting of pain and twisting violently in an effort to reverse the roll and send the bear-wolf backwards and deeper into the labyrinth of twists. Teeth sought to raze strong and feminine jawline, pushing into face with a forceful "kiss". Shoulders drove in, pushing back against the bulkier warrior with persistence, attempting to drive in turn.