Out of the Norm

The feeling of making them one was certainly nothing new to her, but every time was just as thrilling. She loved the feeling of his paws gripping to her hips and pushing her down onto him, still playing a dominant role even when she was on top. She would have it no other way though. She wasn't the kind of woman who wanted to feel powerful over the brute she was with. Instead, she'd be over top of them almost as a kind of show. She loved to bring him pleasure, to show off for him, to earn his attention. She was easily falling into that mind set as usual when he caught her off guard with a little thing that probably wouldn't have seemed like much to most, but it stood out for her. Her ears perked as he moaned her name, making her blink with surprise down at him for just a moment before she was swept up into the pleasure again. There were so few times that he actually called her by her name instead of some title, descriptor, or insult that she took note of it—and immediately decided that she loved the sound of him moaning her name.

"Merrick...!" she gasped back as she quickly fell into a roll and rock of her hips against his, her head tipping back as her ruby eyes flickered closed, her paws gripping onto the fur of his chest while she got lost in that blissful abandon on top of him. She always made a point of moving her body in ways that he liked, showing off her lithe, supple form for him all the while. As she was riding him little thoughts of accepting his pups, him getting her pregnant, and carrying his children started to filter through her mind and as her eyes blinked open to look down at him while she gasped and panted from heated pleasure. In some ways agreeing to this arrangement was purely out of her own need for survival and feeling as if doing this would secure her a permanent place in his life, but as she looked down at him with the both of them finding pleasure in one another, she couldn't imagine a life doing anything else or being with anyone else at this point. She had genuinely learned to like him and all of his rough edges despite the risks of it.

Keelin's movements became more and more passionate and eager as she built and climbed toward the peak of her pleasure, doing everything she could to bring Merrick along with her. The two of them with the light buzz of the wine mated with reckless abandon out in the middle of the rock garden without any concern or regard to who else might possibly be passing by. Her gasps and moans grew louder with each passing moment until she was fucking him with everything she had and right at the very end crying out with pleasure as her hips fell hard into his, trembling on top of him as she went over that peak she had been chasing on top of him.

"Keelin"