What a failed puppy she was, trying to get away and trapping herself deeper in his scheme. He'd had this practice. Every little sway of her hips that he liked, he rewarded with the points of her that she'd revealed to be the most sensitive. An evening game for him. He huffed so he wouldn't laugh when she tried to move forward, and it landed her face in the food she'd licked. Her plea might as well have been begging for more. He would oblige the request he heard.<br/><br/>"Your other lips are so hungry." he stated as his fingers relished their new home, and how it shrunk around them, as though looking for the the very print pattern on his fingertips. This kind of thing was human warfare, in its essence, and the little wolf had no defense for it. Her body wasn't on her side anymore, and he let her have her hair back again, so that she could look up at him if she wanted.<br/><br/>If she did, he'd have his meal off her face, cleaning her like her kind of beast did to each other, which might be very confusing to the girl, since he was giving her pleasure also. He wondered about what might be going on in her hear then, because men were made beasts by this activity, and she was already more of that than pure humans. How did her instincts mingle with this moment?<br/><br/>The more pliable she became, the faster his fingers massaged her inside, learning her favorite angle and aiming for it. She was coming undone quickly, and he thought it was a great compliment to his abilities to tame her, but also to her compatibility with him, despite her supposed hatred. When he'd found her weaknesses, he bullied them, flicked and stabbed at them. His mouth moved to her ear, inside her swell of hair. "Bark for me." he demanded in to the redlight of her head, and the torrent inside it. If she tried to think about it, his fingers were fast dispelling reason, and putting rapture in its place.