Aluren could certainly feel the changes in her body, of how it fought against him yet at the same time, seemed to crave his presence. Her fight was only met with an increased strength, the tightness of her slick, hot flower only met with his hips thrusting harder, forcing his swollen member in at increasing speed in his lustful greed.  His swollen tip dripped with warm pre which escalated in volume the closer he became to his own climax, coating her walls and adding to the ease of his invasion.<br/><br/>The warmth of her body, the weight of her full breasts bouncing against him with each thrust, even the sweat between their firmly pressed forms only added to his desire, his need to claim her in every way he could.  Hearing her pleasured cry from her soft, angelic voice was certainly something both he, and his demon had desired for the same, and different reasons. He wanted her to find some sort of pleasure in this, to know she could somehow in this darkness find comfort. But the demons gaze narrowed, a knowing smirk forming on his lips as he looked down into her eyes as he felt her body growing more and more accepting.<br/><br/>Once more leaning in, his tongue would circle around a spot on her neck, collecting her sweet scent and the salty taste of her sweat before he rose up to bring his lips to her quivering ones, muffling her soft whimpers. His body grew tense, waves of euphoria flowing through his body as he grew closer to that moment of bliss, and in his desire to take, his motions grew with intensity, his soft moans becoming deep growls, truly displaying his use of her delicate body.