Come on, girls, are you ready to play?

Enyo’s muscles strained with every heave of the bull’s immense body as it continued to buck and twist, desperate to throw her off. She adjusted her stance with practiced precision, shifting her weight and digging her claws deeper into its thick hide. Her jaws remained clenched around the bull’s shoulders, her grip unrelenting.

She felt the surge of power beneath her. But Enyo was undeterred, her broad chest pressing hard into its back as she rode out every violent thrash. Her eyes gleamed with exhilaration, the thrill of the hunt coursing through her veins. She could feel the bull’s exhaustion growing, the tremors of fatigue starting to ripple through its massive frame.

Leaning forward, Enyo released her grip, her thick, velvety voice cutting through the chaos around them. She lashed out with her powerful forelimbs, raking her claws down the bull’s flanks, weakening it further.

Enyo admired its tenacity, a part of her almost respecting the beast’s will to survive. But respect or not, this was a battle she would win.

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