wolf's teeth are near.
Adrenaline courses through his veins, driving and feeding the beast with every pump. His dark eyes glisten, he loves every squeal from her lips, every feeble attempt to chase him off. Sweat pricks beneath his dark, tangle of mane, reminding him that he was exerting himself to his max. Yet, he pushes through. His primal need breathes life into his lungs, into the churning muscles beneath his inky hide.
For a brief moment she falters, sweat staining her coat and her breathing laborious. Take her! Fenrir screams. Ivar lunges at her, her weak attempt at warding him off results in a hoof glancing off his chest. His ears pin against his skull, a roar of victory erupts from between parted jaws. His teeth rake against her rump as he mounts her. He can feel her squirm beneath his weight, she tries feebly to throw him off, but his front legs clamp around her heaving barrel. "I knew you wanted it." he whispers darkly into her dark red mane. His hips hungrily thrust into hers.
His lips part in a satisfied grunt, as he pulls off of her. Her scent mixes with the smell of his seed. He presses his dark body into hers. "Come along now," he says with a satisfied smirk on lips.
Translation:
Ivar Speech
the voice of Fenrir
Icelandic - Smoky Black - EE aa nCr - Stallion - 14.2 hh - Dögun x Unknown