A Sketch
Eltanin was feeling so invigorated after he had taken Tania that he wouldn't stop. He took her again and again, till he was drenching in sweat. Every time he took her, he would have this urge to sink her fangs in her and drink from her. He was doing his best to shove his wolf down. He had to school him and make him understand that she was a delicate girl.
Exhausted, he slumped beside her and looked at her. She was also tired. She turned to his side and curled up in him with her hand on his chest and her legs on his thighs, lightly brushing his member. She rested her head over his thick bicep.