Haunted Wood Lighters

She struggled more, but Goober was still stronger, still larger, and still in control. He kept Wildfire pinned beneath him, though she managed to bite one his forelegs. This, of course, only enraged Goober. He snarled, then took her scruff in his jaws and bit down hard, pulling her away from his foreleg. Oddly enough, the pain only fueled the fire that flowed through him.

Using the weight of his body, Goober forced her head down so she wouldn't get another chance to bite him. He had no intention of releasing his grip on her scruff. He thought of Smash, of Eshe, of every girl who had rejected or had been unavailable to him, as he continued to force himself on the young Wildfire.

When he was done with her, the rhythm of his hips slowed, and he panted heavily through his grip on her scruff. He knew from experience that she could hurt him if he was to loosen up on her right away, and he wouldn't allow her to do that. She was stuck here until they were untied.