Greatwater Lake The Alabama Stomp

He took no pleasure in mounting her — this was not what this was for. It was a lesson, rather than an opportunity for him to satisfy his lusts on her. If she was to be a courtesan, she must be ready to be in this vulnerable position and fighting her way out of it. It was with this in mind that he wrapped his paws around her waist, leaning his weight fully onto her, mimicking how a male might one day rut with her. Get me off of you, He rumbled, his fangs lightly, then harshly gripping her scruff.