His strokes were only increasing in strength, driving her closer to the edge. Frequently, a small cry or moan would escape her, despite her best efforts to keep them from doing so. She could practically<i>feel</i>him inside her, each thrust filling her to her entirety before withdrawing briefly, only to be slammed back in with a vengeance. She tried to breathe deep, shutting her eyes to focus on little else but the heat of his body, the feeling of his hips pressed against hers, the dizzying sensation as he practically rutted on her. Swept up in the effects of both the drug and Garraus's raw animalistic vigor, there was little chance of her having the willpower to make him stop. Even if she had<i>wanted</i>to throw the creature off her, she doubted she would have been able to, as his taloned hands slid themselves over hers, fingers intertwining and pinning her down in the sheets. Even his mockery wasn't enough to stir her to action.<b> "F-<i>fuck</i> you,</b>" she gasped out, even as another wave rolled through her.<br/><br/>She felt his tail release her waist, snaking down between their legs before there came the sensation of something prodding at her rear. Before she could realize what he was planning, his tail had been pushed several inches into her ass, wrenching a brief cry of pain from her. Her hands clenched, nails digging into the sheets, and she writhed under him, trying to widen her stance slightly and allow him greater ease of access. She could feel his strokes growing rougher as he swelled inside her, causing her to moan. How much more of this did he plan to subject her to?