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Since the moment she was born, Zemorah has always been an overbearingly prideful
woman. Asserting herself as the alpha in any and all situations, even when it comes to
something like mating, in her mind it is she who is meant to play the role of the lead,
reserving the top position for herself and insisting her mate place himself beneath her
as the inferior whenever being in heat overcomes her restraint. Gaining an intense
satisfaction from seeing her partner writhe in his own weakness as she overwhelms
him with her prowess, nothing gets her off more than the sense of domination, of the
ownership topping her chosen male provides.
However, on a very rare occasion, the opposite happens, and her mate is able to
strip the lead away from her so long as he plays his cards right to perfection. In times
like these, the normally arrogant Zemorah finds herself at a loss of how to handle
the situation, her own naivete of being the bottom and in the control of another
making her behave like that of a virgin with a bad attitude, incapable of refusing the
act due to her own pride, and likewise incapable of admitting any pleasure felt
from the mate who has managed to stake his claim as her alpha.
Knowing all too well the arrogance her mate would feel if she revealed how skilled he
was at driving her to climax, and likewise how he may start thinking he was in charge
and could simply do what he wished with her in turn, all Zemorah can do is fight her
feelings and hide her orgasms as best she can, all the while demoralizing her mate
through insults, often profane in nature to hide her weakness, and much to her shame,
even twinges of excitement as she experiences being an omega and watches her mate
flex himself over her figure as he stakes his claim, her body rocking beneath his control.
Something worth pointing out about Zemorah, as a bit of a side note, is the difference
in sensitivity between her and her mate. Though she always makes it a point to take the
role of the dominant, all too often she satisfies herself long before her mate has had his
fill. In general, how pleasured her mate is would be considered the least of her concern,
in her mind feeling he should be grateful for being inside of her in the first place and
not push his luck as she strolls away in her own satisfaction. This would naturally fill her
mate with frustration, and we can see part of that being taken out on her in this image.
The more she climaxes compared to her mate, the more Zemorah realizes just how
great a threat he poses to her status, which is why she fights particularly hard against
her pleasure and endures as best she can until he is finally done venting his pent
lust within her. Slandering him as weak and quick to the draw, it's the only resort she
has to try making him stop his assault, as should he drive himself into her core for
too long a period, her success in concealing her pleasure dwindles, and the last thing
she'll allow herself to do is expose herself as a sloven female who breaks under a man,
much like his other, in her mind, lesser females in his pack.
Nonetheless, though her attitude and words speak of dissatisfaction, the flush on her
face, the drool from her grinding maw, the sweat on her figure, and in particular, the
thick scent of a female in ecstasy rising from her wild, unruly bush exposes all too
clearly how fired up she truly is, her musk filling the tent of her mate being proof of his
talent and success in satisfying the bitter female beneath him. Though her pubes, to
a degree, work in her favor of concealing her wetness, it's only a matter of time until
it's so drenched its matted appearance works against her the same as the rest of
her body, telling her mate of how excited her body has become.
On a final note, one can obviously notice her bosom exposed for all to see in this image.
That is thanks to a loss of a particular bet with her mate, after which Zemorah was made
to shave away the fur which normally concealed them, and as an added insult to her
pride, the area around her nipples was shaved to the skin, leaving her looking as though
she had oversized areola. It was after this that her mate took the initiative and finally put
her on the receiving end of being controlled, catching her off guard as her mind processed
the sense of being stripped, that embarrassment helping fuel her current state.
As an added, little known tip, an important thing for fans of the Zoroark species to keep in
mind is that, when it comes to their females, the size of the tuft of black fur hanging from
their necks is a representation of their bust. The larger their bosom, the more black fur they
have in that area to keep them concealed.
Be warned however, their species is not to be targeted by anyone simply looking for
endowed females. Their overwhelming psychic abilities can not only cause illusions,
they can also attack and melt one's brain from the inside of their skulls from a great
distance should they spot you, so if you have any notion of going out to find satisfaction,
you'll find yourself seeking it in the afterlife.