Haunted Wood Bah! You're all the same to me

Blood pooled on his tongue, and the metallic tang of it only fueled the high he felt from the utter success of his attack and the sensation of teeth in flesh. So caught up in those sensations, it took him a moment to register her teeth digging into his foreleg. The pain only shoved his arousal higher. A low groan escaped his lips, soaking into her fur.

He shoved his leg further into her maw, a seemingly counterintuitive action at first glance. However, it would prevent her from tugging it in a manner that would cause breakage, especially if he were able to shift his grip closer to the wolfess' jawline, teeth hovering dangerously over her jugular. Though far from gentle, his grip would not do permanent damage.