hellscream, hell is empy, and the devils are here

Her scream stirred everything within him. She moved and wriggled free of his gasp, and he slid from her back. He remained close to her butt, knowing that the kicks strength would be taken away at such a range. Accuracy was also a bit of a problem, as told by his scraped knees. She turned sharper than he had anticipated and her teeth found his white face in a few different places. He jerked his head and squeals, a spot on his cheek torn open from the leverage of her movement.

But, what the golden mare didn't count on, was that he was determined. Her little flash of aggression did not make him turn tail and run; it only made him more passionate. This had proved to be the most exciting and deviant act he's yet to perform. Usually he may have try to bite and kick back. He had a deed to finish, and finish he intended to do! He shoved himelf into her again, only this time, it was from behind. He mounts her a second time and with a lucky thrust found his mark in her again. This time, his teeth firmly grips at her withers and he shoves the majority of (if not all) of his weight onto her, weighing her down and gripping her for leverage. There was nothing gentle about the act, at all!

It does not take long for him to finish what he had started. He remained atop her, even as his masculinity exitted her on its own, keeping her pinned beneath his weight. She likely sank in the sand; it was his intention to completely overwhelm her! A low rumble of satisfaction escaped him.. He left his perch atop her though, and kept pinned to her ass-end. Again, to keep her from delivering a bruising blow to his chest or knees. His hollow but deep, harsh voice rang out. " What are you called?" His tone and the way he asked suggested he was demanding her name more than he was asking for it..