Sun Mote Copse And They Become One Flesh [m?]

She was flagging, though she was fighting it. She could not run forever, but she was not yet ready to surrender. She dug deep within herself and attempted to surge forward again. Still, she didn't know where he'd gone and she felt herself lingering on the precipice of disappointment. She was still running when he launched into her, but caught unawares all the same. Her breath was knocked from her lungs and for a moment she was so surprised she forgot to attempt to get away, nor could she fell the fingers of lust that clawed at her soul.

As she lay, winded and confused, front half bent under the weight of the male's grip on her scruff, she remembered herself. She felt him scrabbling to make a connection with his hips. Futilely she gave a toss of her head, and a growl emanated from her chest. But her body was no longer listening to her games, her desire was steering her hips to yearn for his, her front legs unconsciously adjusting to allow him better purchase.

The game was lost and Ar-Khalba had claimed his prize. She growled again within her chest, this time from desire. Her tail moved to the side, fanning her scent around them in an attempt to inflame Ar-Khalba even further. Her heart still thundered in her chest and her tongue lolled from her jaws. She whined, thrusting her hips backwards towards the satisfaction that Khalba held.