Shadow Mountain tell me what color the sun really is

There's no real sound, no words, no pleas that come from the smaller female. Not that he was really listening, of course, as his body molds to hers. His frame is tall and mesomorph but his fur gains more points for his side, twisting a thin and lanky form that works its way into hers. The warmth she emits beneath him fuels the rest of his actions as he hooks his paws around her until he can't pull anymore and there's only one way to go. Ukko slips then, jaws parted to pant as he works his hips. Why he'd restrained in the first place becomes lost on him but would it be as rewarding? And a beat later, as awful?

He tries to remember the things she's said to him but as the little wheel in his head turns, he's able to tune it on, using every force he has to claim her. That she became his in that moment, from then on. She may bend beneath his power and he can take what he wants, what he deserves, that had yet to be seen. His potential wasted on his former life will not be wasted then. 

A fleeting moment brings Tavi to the forefront of his mind, and then Reek, which is quickly (and thankfully) replaced by Saena. The thought of failure remains for just a few seconds when he realizes his claim being made and each thrust encourages him. She doesn't fight or pull against him, doesn't tell him no, and so his hips work all the quicker as he takes only his pleasure from her. The swelling between his legs grows, more prominent than it had been earlier, and he pushes the anchor into her with one force lunge of his hips that connect them together. 

His movements, while limited in direction, only increase in intensive, as he works his way to his edge without considering her comfort.