He'd offered her clawing hands on his shoulders curious looks, almost expectant, but her limbs weren't endless to properly support the threat, and he was easily distracted elsewhere, now that she was acting as sheath and sharpener for his sword all at once. Crafty, she aimed for the eyes that had less and less magic to mystify their real color. He wondered if he would have to do something about it, but solved it with a ruthless drop of his hips into hers. The loud complaint from her otherwise rebellious lips was enough to give her pearls of precum for her good performance.<br/><br/>How maidenly she looked, arms useless by her head, helping to frame only, like her hair. It was quite something, that his blows had mostly fueled her, while his cock could finally punch her in a way that she did not seem to have trained to withstand. Perfect too, because it was exactly this kind of submission, utterly reflexive and unwilling, that kept his massive length as inflated as she didn't want it to be. "Is this your first?" he asked teasingly among the rhythmic violence, and continued to control the breaths he allowed her to take with purposeful shoves.<br/><br/>Like the brute that she was, her intakes became more level, or tried to be. An industrious fighter, always. He laughed at the attempt at governing her own reactions, like this was the harder stretch of a sprint, but it made for such honest theater of emotions on her warrior's face. She was trying to get used to his cock. That was touching, in a way. He wasn't about to help her, and gargled in delight when she was made a banshee with her cervics targeted. She'd not been able to whether that part of herself like she had her exterior. The hardness of that barrier felt decadent against the hammering head of his dick.<br/><br/>Tears on her face, and blood to make her slippery, she'd become a perfect thing to round off his day. They called the mixed breeds monsters, but him in his supposed purity was also something evil and ill-born, over her, taking her like it was just another routine to be dealt with before sleeping until morning. The scent of blood that puffed up with his downward travels was lovely, and she even cried, like this might be her first time. He wouldn't mind the thought, but knew someone with a mouth like hers must have seen many consensual, and perhaps a few unwilling dalliances throughout her warring career.<br/><br/>He saw it too, the clues her lung gave to when he'd found a worthwhile juncture in her. He of course liked bludgeoning her relentlessly more, but she'd be worse off if he could win over her like that, too. So he made sure that area was tended to. How profoundly torn she must be, when he moved a little shallow and gentle on some strokes, while others saw her completely skewered, as he was trying to pry open the little decimal before her womb, too. It seemed, at least that little hole in her was still virginal, and he wasn't about to leave it like that.<br/><br/>He fucked her methodically, massaging her brain harshly between the two extremes of being rammed sadistically, and then skillfully convinced of other things, with other nerves. Her hands were already out of commission, at least for now, so he could easily hold on to her wrists to keep her exactly as useless to herself as she was, while at the same time being a doll for his pleasure, with bright tells on what he was making her feel.<br/><br/>"Is it how you thought it was going to be?" he asked during a particularly focused ordeal, centering around her pleasure. He rolled his hips in the way she seemed to favor, and wanted to see if he could dilute the blood in her own juices. Demons, if anyone, should be able to feel both ravaged and good at once. "You were a leader of them before, but now you're just letting yourself be fucked, after all." Like all her fighting hadn't mattered, and her weakness made this an agreement.<br/><br/>"Stay." he ordered and started letting go of one leg, to let it fall where it wanted to be. It changed the angle for him, but he was quick to adapt and continue the barrage that was currently aiming to hurt her. She needed to learn to appreciate both. The life she'd led, he was surprised bruising, tearing power wasn't already her favorite. He backhanded her to quell whatever thought of fight might swell with the little new freedom before he let the other leg go too. He grunted and put his hands on her neck instead, both to keep him somewhat up, and also to see her horned head as he fucked her.<br/><br/>"You're not going to get to rest until I'm good, and my cock still wants vengeance for your knee, so I'd suggested you just let the pleasure of a good fuck take some of your pains away, for a while." Good logic for any prisoner under him.