Little Goat Mountain transient

Ithrik had spent himself on her, but that did not mean that his mind was not wired and prepared for more. The cogs within his brain turned carefully as he calculated her weak form on the floor of the cave. The girl was noisy when he finished with her. He didn’t like it. The devil circled around her once with a cold frown and a watchful eye. The scent of her heat still filled the cave, and he moved toward it with a hungry growl in the back of his throat. There was no regard for her personal space; Ithrik pressed his nose to her back end roughly and inhaled before pulling back and waiting for her to react. Surely, she desired more from him, but it would take him a short while longer before he could fuck her again. As long as she knew he would not let her rest that day, that was all he wished to convey. With rasping breaths and a swift flash of his tongue across his muzzle, Ithrik approached her again and clutched at her warmth with his teeth. He bit down against her and shuddered.