Rising Sun Valley [m] gwo pwen

he was tight-muscled and strong, a stone which weighed down at her hips. but mireille was the sea which found its way between stones, and twisted before his vile entry, clamping shut her legs and raking out at his flank with the claws of her hindpaws.
her nape bled profusely; her teeth snapped wildly all around, seeking his ear, his cheek.
he would not quell her, not this day.