Vera's head lolled back against the ground as the next rattling push into her body sent her teeth gnashing together and her eyes rolling back into her head. It was painful to be used so roughly and angrily, but the surge of the ache and the blunt penetration was so strangely fulfilling that she almost laid back and took it.
Almost.
She used his back as leverage to pull herself up, her nose brushing his as she growled darkly in his face. The horribly urgent need to hurt him struck her suddenly, and Vera decided to indulge, yanking his crimson undershirt from his body and throwing it over her shoulder.
Vulpes shuddered and sunk against her body in recoil to the sharpness of her nails dragging down his back, the raw sting of freshly scraped skin throbbing in the cold night air.
In retaliation he drove into her hard enough to bruise her hipbones, their bodies slowly crawling along the carpet in their overwhelming earnest.
He watched her with hooded, hazy eyes, studying the grimace plaguing her face, drawing her brow together, her lids tightly shut, her body shaking with some sort of all consuming emotion.
The Courier was drawing away once again, as she usually did in the heat of pleasure, her mind would drift into realms unknown to him. He couldn't have that, not after such misbehavior.
Vulpes briefly eyed the fading bite mark he had left on the girl during the previous lesson. It was bruised still, yellow with purple blossoms. The outline of his teeth was rather clear, something he noted with satisfaction.
With an incline of his head he sunk his teeth down into the imprint, clamping his jaw hard, even after the warmth of blood spilled over his lips. A shriek of surprise sounded from the small chest fluttering beneath him, the muscles in her arm tensing from the piercing of the skin.
And then he was on his back, the pain in his gut from her kick only registering moments after she began to scramble clumsily along the matted ground. He gulped a stolen breath of lost air as he watched her, the urgency kicking his heart into gear when he realized she was making her way towards his Ripper on the table.
He snatched at her ankle, his hand large enough to wrap all the way around its girth. With a wrench of his wrist her foot was twisted, not enough to break but strong enough to disable.
She cried out as she fumbled in her pursuit of the weapon, her collar-bone hitting the edge of the wood. The contact caused the weapon to tumble from the table and roll away to the far corner of the tent.
"Fuck…" She gasped as his body dashed against hers, trapping her against the furniture and squishing her thigh muscles severely between the bone of her leg and the ridge of the cheap metal lining.
He leaned down over her body, his teeth catching her ear as he forced into her once more. A joint shudder of a groan reverberated between the two bodies simultaneously, one high and feminine and the other deep and purely male.
Vulpes decided in whatever vague conscious that remained in his pleasure-consumed mind that he rather liked the sounds he inspired in the Courier. Like a feline in heat, perhaps.
He plunged forward once more in experimentation, humming in approval of the high keen that pierced through him, trickling down his spine and settling in the growing heat of his groin.
"Louder." He demanded, his voice strained and laced with breathlessness. Another thrust, hard enough to send the table groaning and deep enough to have the Courier pressing her backside against him desperately.
She obliged, distantly hearing a few whispers and knowing chuckles sound from outside of the tent afterwards.
The whole Fort could hear, then?
She internally winced at the thought of that, but was so wholly wrapped up in the stimulation clenching hotly in her stomach that she couldn't care to spare another moments worry.
It didn't matter anyways, because now Vulpes had a handful of her hair, yanking her head back until it rested against his shoulder. She was shuddering and throbbing beneath him when he began to hush broken, biting Latin in her ear, his tongue brushing against her neck, jaw, the corner of her lips…