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He didn't hit the mark at first, which frustrated Maude. The wench muttered a few curses, urging him to get on with it, but the moment he did enter her, all crudeness exited her body. She moaned contently, her hips attempting to push back with his thrusts a few times as they began, though as they continued to get rougher she eventually stopped, her paws shifting. The pulling on her scruff did nothing to suppress the pleasure she felt; she even welcomed the harsh feeling. For all of her posturing and defiance, Maude liked nothing more than to be dominated, at least during sex. She whined with pleasure, a hint of disappointment in her tone, knowing that their brief union would soon be ending, even if she goaded the boy to another round. It occurred to her, in her hormone laden mind, that she didn't know his name, and he didn't know hers.

She honestly didn't care.