One press of her lips against Fenrir's and the wild animal inside of him came out to play. He hadn't been gentle. Just how she liked it. Ripping her knickers off with one sharp tug, he slammed her back against the side of the crumbling shack and invaded her ready and compliant body with a thrust that ripped a scream from her that was likely heard as far away as the village. After a first round that left them both bruised and begging for more, he'd kicked in a boarded up window. They spent the rest of the night moving from dusty room to dusty room destroying the remnants of the ruined furniture. It had been quite memorable.