Swiftcurrent Creek an occupation popular with demons and ducks

Her surprised yelp cut through the coarsenss of his snarling and hit sharply against his eardrum, but it did nothing to deter to him or to buy her any remorse. He fed on that moment of victory, feeling her yield to his teeth as he imprisoned her within the cage of his limbs. He clenched his jaws, biting down on her hide to emphasize his reign over her.

His rule was fleeting. He sought to reposition his fangs, to gather more of her nape in his jaws and shake from her head any future thoughts of defying him again. It was at that moment that his hold slackened that she found it within herself to rebel. She, a dark flurry, twisted beneath him, and though he had quickly bit back down he had lost the formidable grip he had. His canines dragged through her fur and she was free of his mouth entirely as he thrust his snout aloft, clear of any blows from her forepaws or fangs while he grunted with each breath she kicked from him.

He stubbornly held himself over her, refusing to give ground even as his tolerance for her pummelling withered. He endured, snarling through his teeth, glowering molten fury down at her. Fucking give up, already!