The blood you bleed Is just the blood you owe

Her skin was set ablaze in agonizing pleasure with every subtle pad and nail tip brush through her fur. Everywhere that their bodies collided was set aflame, hot searing knives at every dig into muscle and sinew. And still, she wanted more.

The pressure in her back might have been the buds of wings as he drove into her. The rhythms were intoxicating, her begging fervent and greedy for him when he went too slow. The noises from her mouth were loud with every avid thrust, her mind sizzling with her vehement desperate desire.

Her arching back ached as he brushed the soft skin of her muzzle. The coiling pulsating lust growing with every impetus. His words broken with a gasp and grunting as she pulled him for more. Choking on the desire for him to go somehow harder. She needed MORE DAMMIT! Why won't it end? Why won't it reach that point? Why can't it be over? And Still!! She begged!

How? How was this all her? How was this insatiable frantic pulsating deep need for him all her? She reached pinnacle after pinnacle gasping and moaning with ecstasy and still she yearned for another. She groaned with impatience as he dug deeply and finished within her. Still, she continued to writhe and plead under every tender kiss, her tears still flowing. This wasn't anything she had known before. She was exhausted and still, she couldn't stop. She gasped and threw her head back again as he found that tender spot he had just emptied himself into with his lips. Was this a phantom heat? Is her body so desperate for procreation that it sent her into this debauched and furious passion? Was this an aftershock of her chemical castration? Was it permanent? Was this her body's desperate attempt to overcome it?

She swore she could see the stars as she reached another climax, even if he hadn't been working it, her body had reached it. Her chest ached and her head swam from gasping and writhing. The pinpricks along her skin were starting to subside. She panted as her sweat-soaked limbs fell limp to the floor. Her healing arm aching. Her thighs would spasm and squeeze, begging for another starburst in her core.

"Did I please you? My Lord?" She asked breathless, delirious, and limp. Her eyes fluttered from the over-exertion and stress. Perhaps she was needing him that much. Perhaps her body did want him. Her green eyes peered through her lashes at him, not knowing what she was feeling.

"speech"