He had essentially bottomed out, but she could tell very clearly he still had more dick left. Fortunately, he didn't seem to be needing it inside her. He also wasn't gripping her throat that tight. Tight enough to feel good... and she could and did push up against his hand when she wanted, pretending he was squeezing tighter. But once again she noticed how concerned he seemed with not breaking her in half. She appreciated it, mind, it just confused her. So did the way he leaned against her hand, like a cat... or like she did, if she was being perfectly honest, when someone rubbed her head just right. She traced her fingers cautiously around the base of his horn, remembering how cats could suddenly decide they hated the way you were touching them and turn angry in a split second. But his hair was so soft compared to the rest of him, and his horns were so strange. It was, perhaps, a little difficult to maintain a proper level of intrigue and curiosity while getting spread open by an entire tree log worth of monster dick--or so it felt anyway--but she was managing a bit.
There was just so much of him, and the way he felt inside her, pushing everything else aside, spreading her open to accommodate... but then reaching then end and just stopping, not hammering against it. Each long stroke ran inches across a place inside her that felt like a glowing weak spot; when his head prodded it and slid past each time she couldn't help but writhe and groan.
Just when she was getting into it, he pulled out. She let out a confused little whine, trying to glance back over her shoulder, just before he hammered back into her. He shoved the full length into her in one brutal thrust, striking against her cervix but only just. His grip on her throat tightened at the same time, and the combination made her scream, not even slightly out of fear. Her back arched and her hand tightened uncontrollably in his hair, gripping it the way he'd gripped hers.
She didn't even wait for him to pull out again, writhing, tiny little mini-thrusts backwards against him, panting. Little whines if he took longer than she wanted to thrust again, whimpers when he bottomed out inside her, stretching her unthinkably wide.