Blackfeather Woods the radio station disappears, music turned into thin air

iliksis studied the woman's disfigured muzzle as he tested her; there was no rebuke, and with newly assured movement he brought himself atop her and worked himself inside of her with rough and careless thrusts. he was no maven to pleasuring women -- the pleasure she found in it was of her own accord and not of his doing. monster that he was, he only cared to eek out his own erotic pleasure.

their coarse tryst was longer than he would have liked -- he was used to cries, to screams to arouse him -- he struggled atop her to finish, laboriously delving with each heave more frenetic, more panicked than the rest until at last a warm trickling sensation held him, and he felt his body quiver by the finality of their coupling.

it would be some time before he could pull himself from her -- he held her chest firmly in his paws and attempted to force her to the ground then with deep growls rumbling from his throat.