Hoshor Plains she was beautiful, but nothing really was there

PP permission was granted!

he held his breath fluttering in his chest as he awaited the girl's reaction to his silent command. would she comply, or would she at last become cognizant of the malfeasance that swarmed him, and run?

she complied.

he waited until the small of her back was turned and he sprung upon her like some frenzied incubus, his weight colliding against her little spine in a resolute smack. she had not anticipated anything at all and buckled immediately under the blow, a bewildered cry coerced from her thin muzzle. he sunk around her with his jaws firmly clasped against the back of her head and he forced her violently into the snow in thrashes of convulsed fits.

they wrestled on the cold slope for a moment and she fought back with snaps of her jaw for anything in reach and each time he countered, wrenching her thin body like a limp doe, snarling, heaving -- he flung her many times and sought to break her body against the stone and the snow.

with her pinned underneath his stomach he felt his lust for her grow -- his snarls ceased their rumbling and an insidious purr-like noise started to croon from his snipey muzzle as he pulled himself back enough that he could drive himself deep within the warmth of her young folds. she was tight and she was quivering and he worked over her like some feverish dog, driving deep with his hips and spearing her in ruthless clouts. he plunged faster with each stroke until he drove himself into euphoric heights and felt himself come alive inside of her trembling body -- and when he had spent himself he collapsed against her form and started to lick with pervasive pleasure her pinned ears, his front limbs wrapped tight around her throat as he slowly receded from inside of her.