Redhawk Caldera So let me hold you tight and share a killer, diller, chiller, thriller here tonight

His rumbling jest (as far as she could tell), caused her to clench her jaw tighter, ready to pummel him to death if he kept up the smartassery. But that was right, he did like watching her get riled up. Whenever she chased off strays from their border, he got an insta-boner on the spot and usually jumped her bones right then and there. She liked to think it was because he knew he could wrestle her (and win) if he really wanted to.

"Ugh!" she scoffed, though she couldn't deny him the pleasure of seeing her like this. He launched at her haunches again, and she whipped around with her jaws open, hoping to clip his muzzle and draw at least a little bit of blood. Things were getting rather kinky...