Cricket Creek Bog Nocturnal animals.

They were alone and together — the ginger driven off, and the intoxication of the woman took hold of him completely. She was ready for him and he, lunging for her, rose up to meet her body with his own. He was more forceful than what would've otherwise occurred had he been in his right mind, but that went with the territory — she was ready and willing, and Yellowbelly wasn't about to let the moment slip away from him. A rumble of pleasure emanated from him as he mounted her and pulled at her hips with his forelimbs, bringing her in line with his own hips - and then things really took off. He'd have his way with her a myriad of times with a seemingly endless drive; they were locked together thereafter, but even when he could disembark he would start up again, furious and wanting more, more, more, until he'd exhausted himself and could not stop her from slipping away from him.