Letting out a harsh challanging cry, you roll upside down, bucking your back, hoping to throw the bitch off your back. Let her fall to your death, you think, and then you can make your escape!
s upside down, bucking to try and throw her off, growling*
Your sudden twist causes her to jerk on the reins, the straps on the saddle keeping her in place while she trys to get control back from you, crying out in her silly little voice, her spurs digging into your flanks. Sighing, disapointed that she didn't fall, you return the right way up, flying as she directs you to again, closing your eyes for a moment, growling softly to yourself. Oh, how you'd love to tear her apart with your claws... or your cock.
The princess squirms a little in the saddle, giving you a little jab to your flanks again with her spurs, chattering away. From the sound of her voice, she sounds angry, but sounds more like she thinks it might have been a thermal updraft that caused it. Silly human!
You yelp softly at the stinging, but obeys her for now, thankful that she didn't realise you did it on purpose.
The hours trickle by, the sky to the north darkening with black clouds that flicker with random bursts of light, the air smelling bad to you as you fly towards the growing storm.
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