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RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - SolitareLee - 03-21-2017
She pushed him over. She pushed him over.
Her arm around his neck and hand still tangled in his hair, gripping tight now, pulled her up as he fell back, sliding her body up his chest.
Straddling his chest made her legs split very far. It hurt a lot, but she was determined to ignore it for as long as possible, even as dark red blood began soaking through the make-shift bandage and dripping down along her leg. It was all but lost in the blood stains of her trousers, save for what was being smeared against him.
She didn't notice, and wouldn't have cared, because she was on top of him and he kept making those muffled, surprised little moans. She hadn't been able to get away with this behavior with Clarke; he would have gotten irritated with it very quickly. And it was even better here, with a literal giant monster.
She shifted her hand from his hair to his horn, pulling on it just for the sake of showing herself that she could, and to tilt his head so she could kiss him more easily without bending her own neck so much.
This was good.
This was very good.
She pulled back out of the kiss, briefly, just to see what he'd do. Would he whine? Or would he grab her head and shove her back against him? Which did she want more? Both had definite merits.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - Tindome - 03-21-2017
He had not yet reached a point where he was even capable of noticing her leg, being entirely distracted by girl.
While initially fixated on warm and fizzy feelings, he was beginning to feel significantly more physical once she'd straddled his chest. There was a furnace between her legs, it felt like, pressing against his skin and reminding him of all the things she kept there. The things he could keep there.
She pulled on his horn, and he groaned, turning into a confused little growly purr of desire. He was hard, now, but he didn't want to stop kissing her and didn't want to move her and so that went neglected in favor of bending his head where she wanted.
He could be very biddable, it turned out, when they seemed to want the same things.
Both his hands moved down her back, wanting to touch her more, briefly cupping her ass. But all at once he remembered about her leg, and let her go.
Was she okay? Was this safe? Surely if it were dangerous, she wouldn't be doing it. Maybe it hurt more when he was the one doing it, the way things felt better when she was the one doing them. That would make sense, he thought.
He held her waist again, safe as it seemed to be. When her mouth pulled away from his, he licked at his fangs and the sharp points of his teeth. Then he curled upward enough that he could bury his face in her neck. He pressed his lips to her skin, to see if it would work there the way it did when their mouths met. He couldn't seem to help little licks, small nibbles of his teeth as he explored different places to kiss.
While initially fixated on warm and fizzy feelings, he was beginning to feel significantly more physical once she'd straddled his chest. There was a furnace between her legs, it felt like, pressing against his skin and reminding him of all the things she kept there. The things he could keep there.
She pulled on his horn, and he groaned, turning into a confused little growly purr of desire. He was hard, now, but he didn't want to stop kissing her and didn't want to move her and so that went neglected in favor of bending his head where she wanted.
He could be very biddable, it turned out, when they seemed to want the same things.
Both his hands moved down her back, wanting to touch her more, briefly cupping her ass. But all at once he remembered about her leg, and let her go.
Was she okay? Was this safe? Surely if it were dangerous, she wouldn't be doing it. Maybe it hurt more when he was the one doing it, the way things felt better when she was the one doing them. That would make sense, he thought.
He held her waist again, safe as it seemed to be. When her mouth pulled away from his, he licked at his fangs and the sharp points of his teeth. Then he curled upward enough that he could bury his face in her neck. He pressed his lips to her skin, to see if it would work there the way it did when their mouths met. He couldn't seem to help little licks, small nibbles of his teeth as he explored different places to kiss.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - SolitareLee - 03-21-2017
His wandering hands were another thing that seemed normal. Surely apes weren't intelligent enough to cop a feel? She remembered the way he'd spread her open, watched himself slide in and out of her. That seemed intelligent too. Maybe it was her libido speaking, but she was definitely leaning very strongly towards the side of sentience, because that meant she could do this without feeling as much like a pervert. As much. There was a great deal of perversion inherently involved, because no matter how you sliced it, she was making out with a monster that had just murdered three men in a very violent, bloody way.
Three men who'd been trying to kill her.
And she pushed him down and sat on him. Made him gasp and moan and kiss her the way she wanted.
She let out a gasp as his lips found her neck, and then a throaty little growl when his teeth got involved. He had such sharp teeth, it seemed like it should hurt more than it did, that it should pierce her skin with alarming ease. Instead, she just got sharp little pinches and a steady tightening below her stomach and she suddenly wanted these ruined jeans OFF again, very badly.
She laid down across his chest, her full weight on him and none on her stretched legs. One hand gripped his horn still, shoving him against her neck for more licks, kisses, and bites. The other began the process of yanking down her pants, squirming against him to try and expedite the process.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - Tindome - 03-21-2017
He was utterly overwhelmed and beside himself about the woman squirming on top of him. He had neither the language nor even the basic comprehension to understand feeling wanted or desirable and the things that did to a person, let alone being the object of someone else's affections. He just knew that he was feeling something, and he liked whatever it was, and he didn't want the feeling to stop. It was like the feeling he'd had when she'd been impaled in his lap and gripping his horn, except… different. Somehow. Maybe because last time he'd had to hold her down to get her there, and she'd ended it in tears, and this time was not yet so tainted.
The way she held him against her neck suggested that his experiment had been a rousing success, and so it continued. There were spots where he could feel her pulse against his lips and his tongue, and he was careful not to bite those spots. Her pulse was her life, he was pretty sure, and that didn't seem like something he should risk getting his teeth near. She was light, but supporting her weight was arousing all the same, enhanced further that feeling of closeness.
Taking off her pants was another source of mixed feelings. It felt unsafe, when he'd worked so hard to help keep her leg wrapped up. But she must have had a good reason for it, he thought. He tried to help, tail wrapping around the legs and tugging, not bold enough to try the claws of his feet. Her squirming brushed against his erection, and his hips rocked involuntarily.
The way she held him against her neck suggested that his experiment had been a rousing success, and so it continued. There were spots where he could feel her pulse against his lips and his tongue, and he was careful not to bite those spots. Her pulse was her life, he was pretty sure, and that didn't seem like something he should risk getting his teeth near. She was light, but supporting her weight was arousing all the same, enhanced further that feeling of closeness.
Taking off her pants was another source of mixed feelings. It felt unsafe, when he'd worked so hard to help keep her leg wrapped up. But she must have had a good reason for it, he thought. He tried to help, tail wrapping around the legs and tugging, not bold enough to try the claws of his feet. Her squirming brushed against his erection, and his hips rocked involuntarily.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - SolitareLee - 03-21-2017
Ren, meanwhile, was having a grand old time, thoughts of her injury and bleeding in general pretty far in the back of her mind, despite the fact the sensation of his teeth on her neck should have had her reeling in panic. And it was a little scary. But it was a good kind of fear. And the fear kind of made her want to mess with him some more, to pull him around just to prove she could get away with it, until she couldn't anymore. With a lot of squirming and some help from his tail, she managed to get her pants around her knees. She kicked them off the rest of the way with some difficulty, wincing and whining a bit with the pain it was causing her leg. Her body was definitely telling to stop doing things with that leg, loudly and pointedly. She was working very hard at ignoring it.
She was now clad in only her underwear, and momentarily torn with indecision about which direction she wanted to take this. Her original thought upon tearing her pants off had been getting him to use his tail again, somehow, getting him to wriggle it just like right like he had before. But that seemed like a lot of trusting him to get things right, and while she could still be on top of him, was it on top of him enough?
On the other hand... He did have that tongue. And he really liked licking things.
She sat up, pulling her neck reluctantly away from his curious lips and teeth. She scooted up on his chest, a little cautiously. It was seeming like a bit of a risk. Like, what if she did this and he freaked out and hurt her?
She decided that despite her arousal, discretion was the better part of valor.
So instead of just climbing onto his face, she sort of crawled up over him on all fours, giving him plenty of time to push her off or move her away without throwing her violently across the room. And rather than plopping down, she sort of stayed on her hands and knees, uh, poised above him, so to speak. He'd either bite or he wouldn't.
......Bad choice of terminology, all things considered.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - Tindome - 03-22-2017
When her movements made her wince in pain, he also whined. Don't do that! He hadn't been so careful just so she could hurt herself. This was the opposite of correct, and he might have held her still if he could have figured out how to do it safely in time.
He once again could not possibly guess what she was trying to accomplish. Getting off of him entirely? She was doing it very slowly, if she was.
Things became much clearer when he presented her, without any possible alternative explanation, with pink panties marked by her own arousal. Not soaked, yet, but intent was still clear. He tilted his head up, and ran his tongue hard over the fabric – once, twice, three times before he decided that it wasn't going to be enough. He reached up to pull her downward, this time using his tongue to push her panties out of the way so he could slide his tongue between lips and along softness.
He liked the taste of her.
He purred.
He once again could not possibly guess what she was trying to accomplish. Getting off of him entirely? She was doing it very slowly, if she was.
Things became much clearer when he presented her, without any possible alternative explanation, with pink panties marked by her own arousal. Not soaked, yet, but intent was still clear. He tilted his head up, and ran his tongue hard over the fabric – once, twice, three times before he decided that it wasn't going to be enough. He reached up to pull her downward, this time using his tongue to push her panties out of the way so he could slide his tongue between lips and along softness.
He liked the taste of her.
He purred.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - SolitareLee - 03-22-2017
oH he caught on fast. And well.
This had been a great idea. She was proud of this plan.
He licked her through the fabric, fabric that was probably going to be ruined or at least need some washing in a sink or something, several times. She shuddered with pleasure. Even through underwear, his tongue was long and wet and hard but soft at the same time and so very wiggly. She was just considering pulling her underwear to the side when he did it himself.
He reached up, hands ghosting briefly over her legs before settling on her hips instead--he probably was still cautious of her leg, which she sort of idly realized was heavily bleeding at this point, though she couldn't bring herself to care. Because his tongue was on her, REALLY on her.
She let out a long, loud whine, face flushing darker red. His tongue was cool, like all of him was cool, a stark contrast to her burning heat. One arm still supporting part of her weight, so her damaged leg wouldn't have to do as much, she reached down with the other one, stroking his hair, contemplating trying to grab it and shove. Though it seemed unnecessary. If her leg was just hurting a bit less, she thought she could have just ridden his face like a pony, but fortunately, he seemed content to pick up the slack just fine.
His tongue rubbed repeatedly against her clit as he ran it along all of her, vibrating with the force of his purring. She whined and moaned and began to writhe a bit, bucking against his face without really intending to.
She was pretty sure she was going to get fucked again tonight, and she was pretty sure Plan B didn't work on demon babies.
But hey. If she was going out, she was going to go out in style and orgasms. How many people could say they fucked a bat-demon-thing's face? Not many, she bet. Definitely not those three dead idiots.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - Tindome - 03-22-2017
She was squirming a lot, and making a lot of noises, and generally making him feel like the cleverest and most virile creature to have ever walked the earth. He tried pushing his tongue inside of her, filling his mouth with the taste of her, stopping short only because he didn't want to sink his fangs into her skin. His tongue curled inside her, again and again, eating her out much more literally than someone who actually had the faintest idea what he was doing. Then he resumed his licking, having picked up on how eagerly she ground against his mouth whenever his tongue passed over her clit.
He was extremely hard, probably glittering with pre-cum, and there was absolutely nothing being done about it. But he was okay with that. He'd take care of that later. Right now there was a girl happily sitting on his face when she could have been running away, and he was more than willing to focus his attention on that.
She was sitting upright, and so his wings couldn't wrap around her entirely, but they were flared out and curling and the intent was still there. He'd moved his hands to wrap his fingers around as much as possible of the narrowest part of her waist, because he liked being able to hold her. Like she was his, and he could do whatever he wanted with her, but he didn't have to because what she wanted was him.
Fact: she had put her tongue on his cock, and he'd liked it. Fact: he was putting his tongue on her clit, and she liked it. Fact: she'd sucked, and he'd come all undone.
He had a theory.
Still purring happily, he sealed his lips around the little bundle of nerves and sucked.
He was extremely hard, probably glittering with pre-cum, and there was absolutely nothing being done about it. But he was okay with that. He'd take care of that later. Right now there was a girl happily sitting on his face when she could have been running away, and he was more than willing to focus his attention on that.
She was sitting upright, and so his wings couldn't wrap around her entirely, but they were flared out and curling and the intent was still there. He'd moved his hands to wrap his fingers around as much as possible of the narrowest part of her waist, because he liked being able to hold her. Like she was his, and he could do whatever he wanted with her, but he didn't have to because what she wanted was him.
Fact: she had put her tongue on his cock, and he'd liked it. Fact: he was putting his tongue on her clit, and she liked it. Fact: she'd sucked, and he'd come all undone.
He had a theory.
Still purring happily, he sealed his lips around the little bundle of nerves and sucked.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - SolitareLee - 03-22-2017
She'd had a theory, upon noting his tongue was very flexible and very long, that it might be possible to do some very literal fucking with regards to his face. She was, as it turned out, completely correct about that.
She shrieked when his tongue entered her, shock and pleasure. It curled, sweet merciful god, and so did her toes, still clad in the striped stockings that had been given to her. Her back arched and both hands latched into his hair like a lifeline.
Injured leg both loudly complaining and completely and utterly ignored, she ground against his face, whimpering and moaning and cursing. She whined when he pulled his tongue out of her, less when he swiped it across her clit. Around and against and...
Her legs tightened around his head, thighs more like a vice, probably getting blood on him, not caring in the slightest. His wings were flared out and beautiful and her hand gripping his horn was one more reminder of exactly what--and who--she was doing.
She had learned earlier that he had lips capable of suction.
He had learned earlier than that, that suction was fun.
Her moaning turned into full-blown screaming--alarming her rat, she could tell, but she'd explain later--and she came like the bursting of a dam in a fairly literal sense. She collapsed forward, back onto her hands and knees, still over him. She would have been sitting on him quite literally if not for his hands around her waist, holding her up. Her whole body was twitching and she was flushed, panting, and quite exhausted.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - Tindome - 03-22-2017
Success!
That was a very good scream, from what he could hear of it, muffled as it was by her thighs.
His face was soaked.
He was pleased with every single one of these things. But especially how slick she was, and how weak she seemed, and how much she smelled like sex. If he'd known about this before, it seemed like things would have been a lot easier. That was her own fault, though, for not telling him. He was still new at this.
He picked her up by the waist enough that he could wiggle out from underneath her, that seeming the easiest thing to do. Didn't want to move her too much, after all. He was being considerate. He set her back down on the floor, her limbs all shaking as they were, rolling onto his knees.
Her panties were still pulled off to the side, and it was no matter at all to get his loincloth out of the way.
This time, he had a much easier time forcing the head of his cock inside her. Too weak to struggle, and too wet for her body to put up any real resistance, she was still too small for it to be effortless. But that wasn't a bad thing. He liked how tight her body squeezed him, those little spasms still rocking through her.
Still. Much easier, this time. Maybe he could even do it twice! The thought goaded him into an excited thrust of his hips, deeper into her. If it weren't for the sunrise, he'd have more ambitious plans, but for now he could settle for filling her twice in one night.
That was a very good scream, from what he could hear of it, muffled as it was by her thighs.
His face was soaked.
He was pleased with every single one of these things. But especially how slick she was, and how weak she seemed, and how much she smelled like sex. If he'd known about this before, it seemed like things would have been a lot easier. That was her own fault, though, for not telling him. He was still new at this.
He picked her up by the waist enough that he could wiggle out from underneath her, that seeming the easiest thing to do. Didn't want to move her too much, after all. He was being considerate. He set her back down on the floor, her limbs all shaking as they were, rolling onto his knees.
Her panties were still pulled off to the side, and it was no matter at all to get his loincloth out of the way.
This time, he had a much easier time forcing the head of his cock inside her. Too weak to struggle, and too wet for her body to put up any real resistance, she was still too small for it to be effortless. But that wasn't a bad thing. He liked how tight her body squeezed him, those little spasms still rocking through her.
Still. Much easier, this time. Maybe he could even do it twice! The thought goaded him into an excited thrust of his hips, deeper into her. If it weren't for the sunrise, he'd have more ambitious plans, but for now he could settle for filling her twice in one night.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - SolitareLee - 03-22-2017
Ren was in a vague sort of daze. She'd come hard, and her whole body was still shaking with the force of it. She was vaguely aware of the creature underneath her moving. She couldn't blame him. She'd probably practically smothered him. If anything, she was lucky he hadn't bitten her. She was still collapsed on the ground, hands and knees, ass in the air and face on the nice, cool wood floor, when she realized what was happening.
Belatedly.
She felt his head at her lips, and then suddenly he was thrusting right inside, no warning, no stretching, no easing in like he had the night before. Just thrusting straight into her still painfully sensitive hole.
Her scream was not one of pleasure this time. She clawed desperately at the ground, nails sinking into old wood, as she tried to scramble away from him. She kicked off the ground, ignoring the pain in her leg for the MUCH more potent pain in her cunt.
Mistakes. Mistakes had been made.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - Tindome - 03-22-2017
His wings flared in alarm as she screamed and started trying to get away again.
What! Why? She wasn't supposed to be doing that anymore, he was pretty sure. He huffed in irritation, reaching out to grab her wrists and restrain her. She'd made her hands bleed, before, and he didn't want a repeat of that incident.
Her leg! Maybe this position was bad for her leg? Not that it made sense when she'd been fine just a minute before, but he was coming to terms with the fact that human beings were finicky things. Only liked their necks touched some ways, too many different kinds of screams. It made everything much more complicated than it needed to be.
Holding her arms stretched out behind her back, he twisted to get a better look at her thigh.
Bleeding again! Well. Whose fault was that. All squirming on his face when she could have just been stroking his cock.
He'd enjoyed it, to be fair. But obviously she should have known better, because now she'd gone and hurt herself.
The problem was having weight on her leg. The obvious solution was to let her wrists go and flip her over. Mostly. Sort of on her side, a bit, so he could wrap her good leg around his waist and spread her wide open, his tail catching her ankle.
There. Much better. And the view was better, too! He pulled his loincloth off entirely, since it was getting in the way again. Leaning back, he repeated what he'd done the first time he'd taken her, pulling out so he could watch when he thrust into her again.
He really liked doing that.
What! Why? She wasn't supposed to be doing that anymore, he was pretty sure. He huffed in irritation, reaching out to grab her wrists and restrain her. She'd made her hands bleed, before, and he didn't want a repeat of that incident.
Her leg! Maybe this position was bad for her leg? Not that it made sense when she'd been fine just a minute before, but he was coming to terms with the fact that human beings were finicky things. Only liked their necks touched some ways, too many different kinds of screams. It made everything much more complicated than it needed to be.
Holding her arms stretched out behind her back, he twisted to get a better look at her thigh.
Bleeding again! Well. Whose fault was that. All squirming on his face when she could have just been stroking his cock.
He'd enjoyed it, to be fair. But obviously she should have known better, because now she'd gone and hurt herself.
The problem was having weight on her leg. The obvious solution was to let her wrists go and flip her over. Mostly. Sort of on her side, a bit, so he could wrap her good leg around his waist and spread her wide open, his tail catching her ankle.
There. Much better. And the view was better, too! He pulled his loincloth off entirely, since it was getting in the way again. Leaning back, he repeated what he'd done the first time he'd taken her, pulling out so he could watch when he thrust into her again.
He really liked doing that.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - SolitareLee - 03-22-2017
She had learned a valuable lesson here. One was never quite in charge of an eight foot tall murder demon. Or even slightly in charge, perhaps. And when he wanted his dick to go somewhere, it was going there. He grabbed her wrists again, twisting them behind her back, and she made a sound caught between pain and fear. She was pretty sure he wouldn't break her arms. On purpose. That was a pretty considerable detail, given how strong he was and how comparatively fragile she was.
And now he was experimenting with positions, apparently. He flipped her over like she weighed nothing, because to him, she arguably did. She tried desperately to find a moderately comfortable angle for her injured leg as he settled into this new position.
This new, terrifying position.
Holy shit, he was huge.
Like, obviously. She knew that. She knew that extremely viscerally, particularly when a certain aspect of his hugeness was splitting her open. But if she'd thought he loomed before...
She was mildly hypnotized, like a deer that's just seen a coyote and realizes death is on its way, swiftly. Paralyzed with fear and just generally overwhelmed on a primal level.
He pulled all of the way out and then shoved back in, purring in obvious delight as she groaned in pain. Her right leg was pulled around his waist, tail wrapped around her ankle. She was in this for the long haul, clearly.
She fell back onto the ground, staring up towards the ceiling in a daze as he pushed deeper into her. Was it just her, or was he significantly less patient this time? She let out a whimper as she felt his head nestle into the deepest part of her. Thankfully, he pushed no deeper. That much, at least, still seemed to be holding true.
There were horns and wings in her line of view, a tail around her ankle. Fucked by something inhuman in a church. Again. She let out a low little gasp as he pulled out and pushed back in again, seeming extremely pleased with himself.
Well.
At least she still had her spine inside her body.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - Tindome - 03-22-2017
The immediate stop to her struggling was taken as evidence that he'd guessed correctly, and it was the position that had been the problem. He once again felt very clever about having figured her out.
It was nice not having to worry about figuring out how deep he could go, now that he knew for sure. It meant he could push right into her, not having to worry that he'd spear anything he shouldn't. He could see in this position what his body was doing to hers, and how very small she was, and the look on her face with every thrust. He liked those long, slow strokes, splaying his hands out on her stomach and sliding into her.
He thrust hard enough to make her body bounce, wings beating once. She was exactly the right amount of limp, passive and helpless but not absent. He started to thrust faster, harder, shallower; he leaned back again and watched the way he made her move, growling. Familiar wingbeats, and finally the curl of his wings as he buried himself in her. Cock twitching, pumping her heat full of silvery cold, overflowing onto her thighs. His hair had fallen into his face, but he kept watching her anyway.
This time, unlike the first, he didn't pull out. He didn't let her go, or let her up. He caught his breath, and stayed inside her a moment. Then his hips started to rock again, wet and sticky sounds as his cock kept moving.
His. Marked and claimed and his. If he could, he'd fill her again and again, until she could never be empty. He wanted her to come back every night, desperate to be filled again, and spend her days waiting for him while she recovered. Her skin would always glitter and she'd open her mouth and spread her legs for him, cling to him with all her warmth and kiss him. He didn't know where in this fantasy they would find time for the kissing, but kissing was a vital part of it.
It was nice not having to worry about figuring out how deep he could go, now that he knew for sure. It meant he could push right into her, not having to worry that he'd spear anything he shouldn't. He could see in this position what his body was doing to hers, and how very small she was, and the look on her face with every thrust. He liked those long, slow strokes, splaying his hands out on her stomach and sliding into her.
He thrust hard enough to make her body bounce, wings beating once. She was exactly the right amount of limp, passive and helpless but not absent. He started to thrust faster, harder, shallower; he leaned back again and watched the way he made her move, growling. Familiar wingbeats, and finally the curl of his wings as he buried himself in her. Cock twitching, pumping her heat full of silvery cold, overflowing onto her thighs. His hair had fallen into his face, but he kept watching her anyway.
This time, unlike the first, he didn't pull out. He didn't let her go, or let her up. He caught his breath, and stayed inside her a moment. Then his hips started to rock again, wet and sticky sounds as his cock kept moving.
His. Marked and claimed and his. If he could, he'd fill her again and again, until she could never be empty. He wanted her to come back every night, desperate to be filled again, and spend her days waiting for him while she recovered. Her skin would always glitter and she'd open her mouth and spread her legs for him, cling to him with all her warmth and kiss him. He didn't know where in this fantasy they would find time for the kissing, but kissing was a vital part of it.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - SolitareLee - 03-22-2017
She was stunned, to be sure, but very present. She wasn't disconnecting like she did sometimes, perhaps because there didn't feel like there was anywhere else to go. Somehow, she felt like she could leave her body entirely and she would still feel him. Because every inch of her could feel him. Even parts of her that weren't touching him were bouncing, shaking, twitching as he lit her nerves on fire from the inside. There was no slow and gentle this time, no taking it easy on the little waif half his size. Each thrust pulled miles out and then shoved miles back in, and by the time she caught up and began to participate more fully, he was speeding up. Quick, strong thrusts, his body leaning over hers, letting her see how huge he was, see his wings flare and shake the air with each sharp thrust.
She cried out when he thrust even harder, shoving agonizingly hard against her core, and she felt the burst of chill that she now knew meant he was finished.
She panted, leg twitching in the air, whole body feeling like she'd just been tenderized. Aggressively. By a bull. But he was done. He was done, and if last time was any measure, now she could get some rest. If he didn't make her leave, even better. Sleep some place relatively warm. Not safe, per se, but... safER.
He started thrusting again.
At first she thought he was just pulling out, but no. No, he was... he was fucking her again.
For a moment, she stared up at him in wide eyed bewilderment, unable to understand what was happening.
"Wh-what..." Her voice was horse from moans and screams. He couldn't understand her. "What are you doing?"
That was obvious.
He was fucking her.
She whimpered as she went limp again against the ground. She was so sore, and he, it appeared, was so far from done. What if this was it? The death by fucking she'd been so scared of before? If she survived a gun just to die here by cock, she was going to be very upset.
She... she should probably... try to fight him off. Try to get free.
She had to try.
With a wince and a cry of pain, she took the injured leg, the one that wasn't gripped by his tail... and aimed a kangaroo kick square at his face.