Rose's Need

So Rose has been pretty restless what with the recent full moon and all 

and she's been very clear as to what she needs.  

Which will look like its all over the place, 

but this is how i interpret things from her.

Dark eyes staring, the power rising in them as the Beast awakens. The eyes want to change to the wolf inside, but the power, the aura is there.  Backed against a wall, arms pinned above, lips curled back and snarling, defiant and daring.  A growl answers and the body responds, tightening and lubricating, the need to be filled and knotted growing. Jerking and struggling against the hold, snarling turning to growling and teeth snapping the air.  Freed from the pin and then jerked close to the male, the scent overpowering and the hardness of him causing hips to wind and dance.  A gasping growl as hair is tugged and head pulled back, ending on a gasp as the neck is bitten, breathing limited from the compressed windpipe.  A classic wolf submission bite, and the body relaxes, pleasure shooting from the brain to the womb, senses heightening and expanding past normal human abilities.

Aura and power coil and merge as the mating dance begins.  Extra skins (clothing) removed, flesh on flesh stoking the fires within.  Rolling and grappling, the fight for dominance a predictable loosing one, but it only makes things better.  Bites and claws tease the flesh, both sides giving and receiving. Finally tossed to the bed, crouching and growling before being flipped and pinned and bitten again, back arching upwards, toes curling.  Flesh is licked and teased, over breast and fluttering belly, before the tongue finds the heart and tastes of the sacred flesh.  Senses reel as tongue and flesh tease and probe, before a growling need arises.  Flipped to the stomach, tail held high, the hot center exposed and ready.

The sure and full thrust fills completely the waiting womb, teeth sinking into the shoulder as his growl vibrates the flesh, the male dominating. Thrusts are met, bodies tighten, howls soar to the Mother Moon above.  Silvery sweat slicks the flesh, a puddle of love juice forms below the joining, and still the mating continues.

Snarls and growls resound as the dance becomes more impassioned, the womb tightening, coaxing.  Thrusts are harder, biting intense, marks slowly growing under the supple flesh. Hair as a handle, the head drawn back as the body is pounded, breath quickening and panting, signals. So close, so close to final act. A final bite at the nape of the neck, a single thrust and the body swells.  Release is upon him and fills the womb with his seed, the knot growing inside, pulsing and twitching, contractions around him milking him dry.

Licks and caresses as they bond even more, softly disengaging and cleaning the other, the male tonguing the sensitive flesh, even as her own cleans his still throbbing flesh.  Snuffling and huffing they find a place to rest, the male protective and curling around his mate and they drift to sleep.

Like i said, its not as clear as human speech, but this is what i get from her.  The slightly scattered thoughts and feelings, needs and desires for flesh on flesh, two wolves fighting for dominance in the most primal dances.