her hips were becoming increasingly honest. Wasn't she just a woman with a wolf inside her wagging her tail just so? He was painfully stiff for the contrast between her eyes, still clinging to some idea that she might not want this, and her insisting body. She breathed like he was shoving her exhales out of her. The dip in her spine was another victory for him. What a fitting game before bed she was becoming.<br/><br/>Her deep sound was as much of a final signal that he'd ever need to take her. But Varga's intimacy had never been something out of reach for Raud. He'd given her a task, and she'd not fulfilled it. His fingers petted her soaked walls before sliding out. Other hand on her throat, squeezed and then shoved her roughly to land on her back. He looked down at her with glints of gold in his darkness as he sucked the fingers she'd been closes with like he was assessing her health from her aroma.<br/><br/>It was a bit of an ordeal, dropping his pants lower than the protruding limb, it was also raising it's head, trying to see her. Eventually it swung free. It had all looked like he was preparing to mend something, or put something back into place. Raud wasn't ever denied, and so it was usually a matter of his own pleasure sated. Fingers left his lips to grab both her legs by the ankles. He lifted them and kept her feet together and pushed his cock between her thighs, the belly of the limb sliding over her stomach. At the farthest of its reach, his orbs in their skin touched her inflamed entrance.<br/><br/>"Bark, Varga." he said again as he started a casual rhythm like this, the underlying threat being that he'd be done without her. He was taking her in, his head tilting from side to side as he commanded friction from between her thighs while leaving her poor pink alone. Perhaps, but the proportions of his throbbing object and the height it reached on her torso, it was better for her this way. But he didn't do this out of affection, and she didn't seem in a reasonable state of mind.