Winnie threw back her head and laughed heartily at his insult with one hand raised to her chest, her large bosoms heaving up and down, making her piercings bounce with them. When at last she was finished with her laughter, her arm shot out and slammed into the bedsheets next to the 'human', leering over him with her fangs bared.<br/><br/>" Cactus apple collecting whore? Is that supposed to<i>insult</i>me, whelp?" She snarled, clearly getting into her character, herself. But at the same time she bit her lip, controlling herself, her urges, as her thighs and hips refused to stop moving, grinding at a painfully slow pace against his throbbing manhood, his fingers - even her strong, athletic muscles were evidently quivering to his touch, the slow burn of desire consuming her. The fire in her eyes dancing about, meeting his own to show her own tortured lust despite her act. "And who<i>are</i>you, little weakling? Why should I care?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>