"Come on, now. Surely you hunters have more stamina that that..."

Her voice as deep and bellowing. Each syllable growled so deep and resonating that you felt it in your body as much as it filled your ears. And yet, with each pleased sound that escaped that inhuman snout, you couldn't deny the feminine quality to it. If it weren't for that bestial tone surrounding every word, you would even go so far as to say it could be pleasant. The words were rough, but clear in a way that suggested nobility. That suggested that this beast, with the still-warm blood of your fellows coating her claws, had come from higher places full of things finer than you had ever known in your life as a hunter.

That line of thought, however, was interrupted when her hips slammed back down into your pelvis. Muscles more trained that the most seasoned whore's milked your most precious limb in ways you hadn't thought possible. Wrung your shaft with such devilish caresses that you had to fight back the groans that she was practically tearing from your throat. But you knew better than to let yourself give in to that onslaught of pleasure. Not just for your own pride of not being satisfied by some disgusting beast, but because of the haughty expression she fixed you with every time your thighs met hers. She knew the effect that she had on you, how every breath you took was filled with that wonderfully disgusting musk of hers. It activated some primal part of your brain, tempting you to join in to the carnal dance she had started. She knew that the only thing keeping you from giving in, grabbing those strong hips and driving yours upward to meet them is the fact that it'd be the finally victory she sought. She had told you as much before: when you finally submitted, your seed would be what spread her accursed progeny. More man-slayers would be born from your failure tonight.

And so, in spite of all instinct telling you otherwise, you had to resist. You MUST resist...

"Good hunter," She cooed, slowing her pace just enough so that your wits could return, "I can tell, you know. I can feel your more honest half within me, jumping about as if it were your first time. A fresh young thing with his first maid...so young an inexperienced again. Surely you can't be so enraptured by me that you're feeling THAT young again."

You were about to spit, but she started grinding in those lazy circles again as soon as your mouth opened What came out, instead, was a very excited nothing as you choked back the groan she had tried to steal from you.

"It's only natural, you know. To rut and FUCK like beasts. To claw at your lovers as you do what nature demands of all things. To mate," her claws moved to your shoulders as her hulking form hunched over to rasp into your ear, "To breed. To sire children with an eager mate who's all but begging you to do so. You deny your most valuable tool it's purpose." She rose her hips again, and the cool night air kissed your shaft for a moment before the came crashing back down, and then again and again as her pace increased. "You're going to do it. I can feel your submission welling up within you. It's smearing itself across every surface it can, eagerly and constantly."

She rose up and began those lazy circles again. With the moon behind her, the vision would be inspiring...were it anyone else. You screwed your eyes shut, trying to focus on anything else than the sensations she inflicted on you and the vision of her breasts swaying in front of you. Your experience told you that the inevitable would happen for one reason above all else: she was truly enjoying this. And when that enjoyment finally reached its peak...

As if sensing your thoughts, she put your thoughts to words.

"Only a matter of time, lover of mine."