Meadowlark Prairie Retreat into your mind

His descent into her had been anticipated, perhaps even desired on some level, and so she'd attempted to keep herself still enough so as not to make things difficult for him. Once he'd succeeded in entering her, her toes had spread, dull claws digging into the dirt underfoot. She'd been quick to ease into his motions, greeting each thrust with a near stumble, though she'd been prevented from actually going anywhere by the grip he had around her waist. She was kept further still when his jaws had stationed themselves around her scruff, the skin still somewhat tender. Yet, she'd done nothing, mind hooked upon the relief that she was being offered—until his teeth had ground a bit too harshly. Had she not been secured in place, surely she would have jolted upright from the shock of it. Rather, she'd only let out a sharp yelp, followed after by a whine to try and get him to loosen up.