Moral to the Story

He landed with the girl beneath him, her body limber and strong. Stronger than his little kitten. His paws splayed in an attempt to sink his dulled claws against the skin of her shoulders. His teeth went to sink into her fur but he was unprepared for her jerking motion as the back of her head bashed against his nose, stars blinked into his vision and danced over the water!

He felt the ivories of the girl's teeth brush his smarting lip and reflexively he snarled and snapped his maw attempting to grasp her muzzle closed and clamp it tight. His tail swished back and forth as he brought his right foreleg up and attempted to press deeply into her back to force her down into the water. He was counting on his size and weight to overpower her.

He was incensed! A bubbling heat rose within him from the energy, from the action. He was not some unskilled lackie slaver that had perhaps held her for too long. He was the God-Prince Ultyr and she would be his like she had meant to be!