He didn't respond at first, instead draping his tail around her waist again, coils warm and smooth against her skin.<b>"What's the matter?"</b>she taunted,<b>"No witty retor--" </b>Her words were cut off by a gasp as he suddenly pulled her close, cock thrusting roughly into her depths. Pinned between him and the wall, she panted, trying to catch her breath, then regarded him with a scathing look, grimacing as he pushed deeper.<b>"Bastard..." </b>Between that and the stinging slap on the rear, pleasure and pain were mixing together into an intoxicating mess within her addled mind. She clung feebly to resistance, but as his claws scraped her jaw and twisted her head about to receive another deep, aggressive kiss, she wasn't able to fight it any longer. She tensed from head to toe, a muffled moan escaping her as the first orgasm of the night rolled through her in a wave of ecstasy.<br/><br/>She tried to catch her breath as he released her head, sucking in a breath at the feeling of his tongue sliding across her neck. She had no more snark left in her at the moment, and as he continued to rail her, she felt her thoughts becoming more and more foggy. Despite not wanting to, she was<i>enjoying</i>this--although that may have mostly been due to her being drugged. Her legs were shaking with each thrust, and she was almost glad when he transferred her to the bed. Tamelyn's hands tangled themselves the sheets as he bent her over, hot breath on the back of her neck, and the woman's back arched involuntarily, lower half held up to allow him better access to her depths. She hated this, even as she wished it would never end.