She does not merely accept the fate he has laid before her like the black mare on the main island. He had taken her beneath him in frustration and lust, driven mad by the smell of her heat and the lack of activity he had found himself in. She had cowered beneath him, her slight body still and tense until he found his release. Only then had she shot beneath him with all the swift determination of a fleeing deer.

Vanya was different. She was much like the caged creature within his breast. She craved to be touched, but only on her terms. Her short temper and venomous words had a way of bending him to her will. The wolf told him that despite the struggle she put up beneath him, she wanted this. Wanted this as much as he himself felt the high from the feel of her body beneath his. Her arching neck gives blunt teeth the agility needed to bite down upon his forelimb, the pain and pleasure of his thrusts a new high that he found he craved. She was a drug to him, something he craved even when he should not. He does not care. In this moment there is only two of them and he would be the victor.

But is he the winner? Clearly she will not break as easily as he imagined. A sharp grunt drags from his lips as her hind legs connect with his broad chest. Ears pin backwards in frustration as he snorts but does not move to follow her, instead his gaze drops to nuzzle the bloodied bite she managed to leave on his foreleg. A scar well earned.

He imagines that this would be the end of it, his point made. Surely his seed would find place in her womb and the proof of their coupling would begin to show in the months to pass. The thought is good enough for him, until she laughs. The sound draws his gaze back to her face, finding the malicious smile once more painted so perfectly into place. Her threat is a viable one and enough to draw a hard snort from his lungs. Caramel colored tail snaps audible against thickly muscled haunches darkened by sweat. "You will do no such thing." he growls stomping his hoof into the dirt and raking it back with a vicious slice. He had worked to hard to keep her, too hard to put his seed in her belly for her to galavant off to any other and risk the chance that his offering would not take.

It was a wicked game she played, even the wolf whispered it's warnings but he could not deny his addiction to it. He takes another step towards her now, his whiskered maw reaching to nibble at a curling lock of her obsidian tail. "If I must keep you at my side and mount you a hundred times over I will. Your child will be my own."