Power play

A lone girl wanders out into the wilderness
In the dead of night, as the cold winds howl
It's almost as if she's asking for it

Like a wolf, he detects her scent
But none of the usual tenderness of a rabbit
This one is more like a tigress

Intrigued by this, but also wary
He cautiously approaches her
Unaware she is also tracking him

In a clearing, they cross paths
A sort of wrestling match ensues
As they tumble through the field, sparring

The wolf struggles to hold his own
But eventually is defeated
Now he appears more like a dog in the eyes of the tigress

Victorious, she mounts him, claiming her prize
The tigress laughs as she thinks she's bested him
She works up and down his shaft, grinding as she moans in his ear

She climaxes as her walls tighten around him
And then again, as he grabs hold of her ass
He then pulls himself up, thrusting into her fervently

As her body quivers, a gutteral, almost pained moan escapes her
Her back arches as she climaxes a third time
He stops holding back this time, as he spills his load into her

Both completely spent
They lie down and rest for awhile
Regaining their strength

They go again and again, into the morning hours
Until, sated, they bed down, this time, to rest
Two bodies fit together as one,  in each other's embrace