where wolf's ears are, Ivar wolf's teeth are near.
Fire, it burns and smolders beneath his dark hide. His teeth snap together, missing their target but it would not stop him from trying again, and again. You think you can push me around? A chuckle erupts from his opened maw, between his blunt teeth. "It only hurts if you don't like it," his words dark, deep down he knew even though she fights against him, that she too would feel pleasure. He watches her show of defiance and it just drives him to want her beneath him that much more. "Oh honey, quit fighting and denying what you really want," he taunts her more with his dark words.
As his teeth sink into the tender flesh of her neck, Fenrir growls in delight. Take her Ivar! Fenrir growls. She continues to threaten and curse him. He feels her hoof glance off of his hind leg, but it just infuriates him more. "your are mine!" the words muffled between his teeth as he holds onto the delicate skin of her neck.
She rears up, in a desperate to free herself from Ivar's grip. He follows her up, his front legs pressed tight against his body, to insure they don't get tangled within hers. He can feel his grip slipping, his ears bury into his unkempt mane, determination flashes in his dark eyes. He releases his grip from her neck. "I like it when you fight." he whispers in her ear. "Please, fight some more," he taunts.
Translation:
Ivar Speech
the voice of Fenrir
Icelandic - Smoky Black - Stallion - 14.2 hh - Dögun x Unknown
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