Swiftcurrent Creek [m] Atlantic

He could feel her from the inside out and the knowledge of this served to bring more hostility to his actions; indeed, Njal held her firm with every inch of his own body, his teeth sinking in to the soft pulp of her flesh, in unison with the grind of his hips. The man pulled at her greedily as he went, feeling a great pressure begin in his belly - and then deeper, in his core. Through his teeth the man began to rumble with his passion, and eventually was forced to give up his grip upon her - only to tighten his limbs around her waist. Due to the size of his love, the mountain could snare her tightly. He could very nearly let her go and stand on all four paws, if the need came to it. Njal's breathing became heavy and he gasped, thirsty for her musk, for oxygen, for everything. His breath slipped out of him and, feeling the elation of the oncoming end, the man's body arched - his head lifting to catch the baleful light of the moon overhead, which watched the two beasts as if to scrutinize the carnal quality of their meeting. Njal gave a grunt of near-satisfaction, which curdled upon the air; the beast released a triumphant call to the moon that could probably be heard for miles - and then, with his energy waning, he lurched in to a fresh position against Tuwawi's spine. Despite having thoroughly seeded her Njal did not dismount. He felt the warmth inside of her and was not eager for it to end, even with the exhaustion creeping upon his muscles. They had a full night ahead of them, and the beast within would make the most of it.