Qeya River devourer

the tundran queen was far more than any meek wolf could ever hope to handle. she was the torch of olympia and only the strong could wield her. even then, there was no holding onto her - not when she was like this: a might of wildfire being spread by a wild wind. he suffered her abuses with carnivorous grace, groaning and growling beneath the dominatrix as she dealt him harsh "kisses" and firm slaps.

eventually she began to come down, lilted and intoxicated by their romp. stigmata began to feel reinvigorated, and he wormed his muzzle against the thick of her nape as she murmured something foreign against the bone of his breast. he didn't have to know what it meant to know that she was being affectionate, if not teasing. he drew his tongue across her face, and made small, tender gestures of a nibble towards her earlobe. "hmm, have i helped my case any, my lady?" he hummed; tail swishing steadily in the grass.