A cackle chokes from his cords as she screams profanities at him. Threatening lashes like a snake, striking to find any vulnerable flesh, but he gives her none. His armor is strategically placed and light enough for quick counter movements. Strike. Miss. Strike. Block. She'd tire quickly at this rate.
It doesn't take long for the fight in her eyes to dim. This charade wasn't worth keeping up, so he pivots to align himself perpendicular to her shoulder. She could bolt for an escape but she wouldn't be getting far. Before she can attempt to rush of or lash out again in her feebile attempt at freeing herself, his jaw opens wide to place her wither bone between his front incisors. The nearly two hands of height difference brought her easily against his broad chest as he pulled her close. The barbs along his breast plate armor jabbed into her barrel as he tucked her under his neck tightly. Any wince of pain she may release would only further his pleasure in that moment.
Drunk on hormones and lust he continues his assault. With jaw still clamped on her withers, he swings his own rear-end towards her. Finding the length of their bodies perfect for fitting her underneath him. Anticipating this moment, he is already extended and hard. While still holding her still, his foreleg closest to her side curls under him as he using his strong hindquarters to launch his front upwards. Coming to rest on her back, he releases his jaw and grips her thighs with his forelimbs. Shin gaurds, wrapped in thorny vines dig into her flesh as he pulls her into his loins. Entering her with a thrust of urgency and desire, he continues. Any ill words or screams would do her no good here. She started it and he was finishing it...
@[Amarantha] we can just assume the deed is done but if you have more to add, feel free
