Fear did not flood her eyes as she was pinned beneath the beast; instead she looked up at him in defiance and resistance, an echo of how she had dug her claws into the ground in a futile attempt to keep him from tossing her about like a ragdoll. Once more his immense size gave him the advantage, at nearly double her weight it was with absolute ease that he held her beneath him. But she was not the flighty, scared prey she had been the first time he had hunted her. That moment of hesitation as his desires warred with each other gave her the opportunity to strike back, and as her teeth flashed towards his torso he roared his disdain. Reaver's jaws answered her attack, diving towards hers as she sought to inflict injury upon him. Instead, their teeth clashed in a spar that sounded almost like the racking of two buck's antlers during the rut.

It was then that he felt the pressure of her hind paws pushing against his behemoth form, and he disengaged from the jaw spar as she twisted and attempted to maneuver herself from beneath his weight. Removing his paw from her chest as she spun, he planted it on her other side so that he straddled her. Jaws flashed forward to grasp her once more, but as she scrambled to extricate herself from his overwhelming mass, he missed his target and felt his daggers slide through flesh. Whether it was her ear, her cheek, or some other thin layer of flesh, it was not enough to truly hold onto her, and the barest taste of her blood trickled onto his tongue. His pupils dilated at the taste, excitement and adrenaline coursing through his system as he withdrew and struck again like an enormous snake.

This time his aim was true, and he buried his fangs into the thickness of her ruff until he found her skin, his jaws locking around her at the midpoint of her neck. While she would still have enough range of motion to shake her head, she would not be able to bite at him again. Straddled over her, he yanked upwards to bring her to her feet. He then pulled backwards, forcing her hindquarters closer to his groin. Heaving himself over her while keeping his jaws firmly implanted in her ruff, he wrapped his forelegs around her chest and took what nature demanded of him.

When the action was completed he slumped off her side, holding onto her neck for a moment longer. Broken thoughts flashed through his mind, the desire to feast upon her still there beneath the other muddled needs that had been sated by the act of copulation. But finally he released his hold upon her, teeth baring to show her own blood that cast a crimson sheen upon them. If she were to retaliate it would only serve to reawaken the hunger within him, in one way or another, but he did not move from where he stood. His body was tired from having to hold her against her will with his weight draped across her back, but that did not mean he was incapable of dominating her once more if the need arose.

Reaver

TEN - 42 IN/216 LBS - LONER