Gilded Bay One too many

Apart from being mildly aware that the striped fur he'd buried his teeth into belonged to the female he'd only been teasing for her markings not so long ago, Brontide couldn't have cared less about who he was with at the moment; and knew she wouldn't mean much if anything to him after he finished. This was almost too good to be true, as long as he could ditch her easily enough, afterwards. He already had a plan in mind- one he'd used once before, and it had worked perfectly well then, so he couldn't imagine why it wouldn't work now. 

The movements of her hips sped him toward his zenith, but as his body reveled in that moment of ultimate pleasure, he felt an all-too-familiar sensation creep into his jaw and legs. He gasped and then moaned as he reached his climax, but the sound was cut short as something in his brain flipped a switch, and caused complete muscle atonia in his legs. His hips gave one final buck, more of a twitch than anything as his hind legs gave out, and he shrieked in pain at the resistance he was met with in his tenderest areas. He did his best to grab at her scruff, but Brontide's jaw had gone slack so he simply slumped, mouth agape, relying on her completely for support as he panted and stared at the ground, waiting for his body to regain the ability to move.