Redhawk Caldera 'Til you will not want me any other way [TRIGGER WARNING]

Her growl at his attempt to enter the exit only brought the man more joy than she could imagine, he kept smiling through her scruff, breathing heavily into her skin while he threatened to do so anyway. Pressing, prodding, just hoping to get more of a rise out of her and debating on just doing it anyway.

But as she shifted her position, correcting him, the moment he felt the moisture and warmth from the entrance he thrusted forward in one swift motion, pushing himself completely inside. Then he let instinct take over. Even a young fawn who had just entered the season as a buck for the first time knew what to do - but unlike a new buck, Vengeance was experienced and would last much longer than the average male. 

With every motion, there was a power behind it, with every intention to never be forgotten whether it was good or awful. With every strike, he grunted lowly, air pushing out of his nostrils forcefully to keep himself in rhythm.