Blackfeather Woods where nameless things live out of sight

There was a moment where Ramsay thought Parvati would pull away from him, and warned her against it with a low, simmering growl. No. She had allowed him to come this close and he would possess her, no matter the cost. Fortunately, nature was not on the tawny she-wolf's side. Ramsay managed, with some adjusting, to get his forelegs tightly cinched along her sides. It was awkward and strange with his head thrust into the air because he could not reach to her scruff, or even drape himself comfortably over her back, but it didn't matter when his hips began to rock and he found, after a few sloppy virgin attempts, what he was searching for.

It was no torrid love affair with hot breath and wanting whines; it was, in fact, rather underwhelming to any potential onlooker. Ramsay strained against Parvati, fulfilling a need he never knew he had with every surge of his body, but the position was so awkward for the stunted wolf that his front end kept slipping, forcing him to readjust often. This made for a rocky ride, and to make matters worse, he wasn't remotely shy about the grunts and snorts he made as she burned through him, sweeping fire from his loins to his stomach and webbing out to all his toes. It was about the most unattractive scene imaginable (imagine a boar mounting a swan and squealing) but being a coarse man who was basically oblivious to the beautiful and singular warm body he was using right now, he didn't care or even notice how uncouth he was being.

Suddenly he was hit with a sledgehammer of a sensation, one that instantly tickled at the addiction centers in his brain. With a heavy groan, Ramsay pressed his hips hard against Parvati and shuddered.