It was tiring to feed punishment to her chin when she seemed unable to take trauma from it. He realized somewhere within his conventional targeting that the horns in her skull should have been enough indication that her brain couldn't be rattled the same way other races were. Still, it shouldn't have done nothing. He would have taken great satisfaction to unmaking her like that, and see her roll her eyes back and her body limp. It left him with more to do, though, and he didn't dislike that.<br/><br/>It would seem her weakness was ever her body, and she even granted him some undeserved reprieve for his throat when he rediscovered this. It seemed to do wonders for her spirit, even if her muscles could not come along. She looked lovely, boiling under the spit. Some of that fight went away when he controlled her legs, and she finally adapted the flattering expressions befitting her real distress. It was even more enjoyable when the head of his waiting cock finally kissed her now very available sex, presented by him between her muscular thighs.<br/><br/>The absence of her fire was another trophy that kept the blood hot throughout his intent member. "Anything else?" he asked, since her resources were dwindling, and he didn't have many reasons to delay his own pleasure. While she didn't offer any masochistic moist - since he'd not taught her that's what she was yet - her cunt was plenty warm for the bulb that was now trying to meet it like it had met her mouth. He pushed slowly at first, so that she would have enough time to understand what was happening, and that there was nothing she could do, despite her anger, to stop it.<br/><br/>Her attempt at fighting only stimulated and courted his cock better. Perhaps she'd gather as much from his expression above her, eyes anticipating her next toss or twitch so he could have it reverberate through his length. It was painful for him too, strong bodies had better means of squeezing you out, but it was part of the delicacy of claiming a warrior against their will to feel his own skin catch, going in. He was sure her blood would arrive to work as lubricant soon.<br/><br/>Especially when he suddenly sunk into her, ruthlessly torturing his own cock and her athletic, taut cunt. This wasn't just about getting to release, but also to teach his newest pet something. Rysalt used both of his hands to grab both of her ankles, keeping her down while lifting himself by this grip. It was easy from there to start ramming into her, to see if he could find the door to her womb, and knock on it. She was shorter than him, but he didn't know how far up a demon belly went, or if her mixed genetics put her last room higher up than with others. He would love to bottom out in her, though, since it would be another sign of superiority.<br/><br/>No matter the depth of her body, he'd be heedlessly stabbing her soon, eager for her to know how it felt to be lanced by his hot weapon. "This is what they imagined when they seeded the land while watching you suck me, Aryel." he pointed out as he merrily bounced his hips on the back of her thighs and her ass, cock ever precise in traveling up her beaten guts, and then sliding almost out. He was a master in what he was doing, and was searching for places that she might like during his uninvited inspection of her inner. If she reacted favorably to anything, he would remember, and target that spot or angle ruthlessly. If he could figure out her pleasure too, there truly would be nothing physical she could hide from him.