There was none of his normal grace or style in how he took her. When normally he liked to put her in a pretty or gropeable position, now it was enough that she was accessible. When normally he poised himself against her to fuck her, here he just lay slightly off balance behind her. And when normally he adopted elegant, smooth thrusts of his hips here it was enough that his cock was moving against her. Even her tears and squeals were secondary to that.<br/><br/>His hips pummeled against her, a-rhythmically but with a sure goal. He rutted and humped and crammed himself forward, seemingly only pulling back so he could do it again. His breath was as ragged as his technique, coming in quick gasps and over-strained pants.<br/><br/>It worked, though, and soon enough he lost himself. He kept bouncing his hips off her bruised arse while his seed fell into her, filling her with a creamy mess that made the feel of her insides change drastically. He screwed this now-wet hole to coax more of his ample mess out of him, and into her, before finally finishing and rolling to lay on his back.<br/><br/>His chest rose and fell with its desperate need for air. He did nothing at all but gulp the stuff down until he could muster the strength to lift his head and watch his semen seeping out of her abused ass. He smirked.<br/><br/>One hand slid across eventually and found her back, stroking up and down her spine. He never went as low as her rear, though it did edge round over her exposed side and towards her front, at which point he pulled her into him tightly.<br/><br/>"Enough. I am most satisfied, and you have done well." He kissed her shoulder as it got moved closer to him. "Well done, my good little girl. I shalln't return to that anytime soon; you have earned some rest. I will stay with you." He cradled her back into his side - at least until she moved to correct it. After a while he mused out loud: "Are you glad you could help your master, even though it hurts?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>