Rough Love

Be (you), laying beneath your wifwolf captor utterly spent after her rough lovemaking
With her size and strength you're sure she was holding back somewhat
Then again you didn't offer much resistance, especially once it became clear what she wanted
Her heavy thighs still hold you in place beneath her as she looms over you
Catching her breath with a triumphant expression on her muzzle, her hot breath warming your face in the cool night air
Still red-faced yourself, you can't help but lean forward and give her a quick kiss
Her eyes light up, she clearly wasn't expecting that from you
But she's quick to respond with a kiss of her own - rough and forceful, yet affectionate in her own way