Gilded Bay One too many

She didn't try to move away, or stop him. Something in the back of Brontide's mind raised a red flag- this was too easy. Sure, he'd had fantasies of meeting someone like this- someone wit no purpose but to please him in whatever way he chose- but it was almost too insane, too close to what he'd imagined, a witless female who didn't even know his name- nor did he know or care to know hers- but simply wanted him. But that little voice was terribly little and feeble, and thus went ignored.

He didn't wait a moment to throw one foreleg over her shoulder, bringing his chest above her though their bodies were slightly perpendicular to one another. He simply wanted to test her out and see if she would stop him- and he grasped for the fur at her ruff, having decided then that she would not get away from him. He'd be damned if he let her go now.

"I won't stop." He growled. "You're mine," He said into her striped fur.