I'M NO ANGEL

He may have been a lot of things: a bastard, monster, demon, perhaps even Satan himself. However, he was first and foremost a male. The intoxicating aroma of a females heat sang to the oldest instincts, the instinct to breed. Wouldn't the gods look down on him for denying himself that right? He could care less about producing offspring, no, he sought only to release the pressure building inside his body. She came closer, her body tempting him- and he wanted nothing more than to grab her viciously, and force her to scream for him- to tear into the desires that her body held. He wanted nothing more.. than to torture her first. Her muzzle touched his, and his head pulled back, eyes boring into her. "Tell me what you want." He ordered, wasting no times with supplementing words. He wouldn't coo to her, call her adoring names. She meant nothing to him. All he wanted from her, was the warmth and depth that her hips held, he wanted her to scream from the ecstasy only he could provide. She whined slightly, and he could feel the monster in his chest fighting to break free. His body stiffened, endorphin's flooded through his veins. As if the beast was awakening, his body prepared itself for what it would surely take, now it was all a matter of timing.