With each thrust, the creature was nothing other than what his title suggested: A beast. It was fast, strong, hard, and, above anything else, relentless. Over and over against, the Lycan's enormous member ripped through the tightness of the demoness' sex, each new thrust forcing its length deeper and deeper within her than the thrust just before. Four, five, six... Seven, eight, nine.., and with several more inches to go; inches that usually broke a human girl, not even factoring the stretching of their insides caused by the monster's tremendous girth. This was the side Bryce dreaded within himself, and why he had not had a lover since his late wife.<br/><br/>However, things were different this time. Rather than screams of pain coming from the woman under the beast, what reached its ears were cries of ecstasy, begging for more. Instead of trying to escape, her body remained in its spot, hips moving back to meet the Lycan's. She was accommodating the beast's gargantuan size rather than rejecting it. It quickly became obvious that the demoness was different than any female the wolf had taken in the past.<br/><br/>Sounds of the beast's hot, thick cock sliding in and out of the crimson beauty's moist cunny filled the room, as well as the sweet smell of their sex. The lust between the two beings was immense, each ones matching the other's through the vicious thrusting. Still, the situation continued to escalate as the enticing gaze of dark eyes followed by the stretching of black, full lips into a seductive grin reached the lycan, encouraging him to feed her eager loins more of his engorged length through her stimulating spasms.<br/><br/><div align="center"><em><strong>“Yes!... my Lycan... Fuck me! Take me, make me yours! Deeper my Beast, give me the release I must have...</strong></em></div><br/>And so, the beast would. The claw that had the demoness' torso pinned left her shoulder, wrapping around her blood-covered neck, while the other claw that kept her face against the furs gripped her hair, pulling her back with a tug so that she was against his massive, furry chest with her legs spread atop his lap to give her a nice view of his beastly member deep inside her if she were to look down. But, he wouldn't let her just yet. The lycan's grip around her hair remained firm, keeping her head tilted back so that the only place she could look was directly up at his face, into the monster's piercing golden eyes. The index finger of the claw that held her neck moved upward, making its way past the woman's chin until it was pressed against the plumpness of her lips. Slowly, it moved side to side across the black, turning it red with the color of her own blood. Against her back the vibration of a rumble could be felt as a purr came from the beast, as if he liked her better that way. Finally, the hand left her hair, although, the one around her neck remained. It lowered down, bringing its muscular forearm around her tight waist. Suddenly, he began to raise her, red skin and wings rubbing against black fur as she rose. Inch after inch of the beast's cock being removed from the tight confines of the demoness' pussy until all that remained inside her was the bulbous head.<br/><br/>At this point, the crimson was high enough to where her head was at the same level as the lycan's, and he turned her head with his claw so that their eyes could link up one more time. For a brief moment, it just stared at her, possibly into the blackness of her soul as if it understood what it meant to be a creature of a sinister nature. It leaned in slightly closer, the nose of his snout pressing against her blood-stained lips. It breathed in, taking the scent of her blood, followed by his tongue extending to get another taste. This time, however, his tongue didn't stop at her lips. It invaded them. The slobber-soaked tongue pushed past her fangs, filling her mouth as his strong tongue mingled with her more petite one. It was practically the equivalent of having a small cock in her mouth. With every new action, the beast was seeming more and more human, as if it was learning how to control itself and its desires. After a few moments of the wolf's attempt at a kiss, it removed its tongue, giving a wet lick upon her cheek. Still, this wasn't the reason he had her facing him. What the lycan really wanted was to see the reaction on the female's face to his next move.<br/><br/>Without any warning, the beast brought the woman down on his monstrous cock, impaling all of his 14 inches deep within her depths, the tip kissing her womb. Yet, he did not give her time to get used to his enormous size. The lycan raised the demoness again, slamming her down once more, repeating the action several more times, leaving it in a little longer each time before being removed. Then he stopped, the entire length of his arousal buried inside the crimson's dripping sex. Both claws left the areas of her body that they had been tending to, and found themselves under the woman's thighs to make sure she remained elevated over his lap, keeping her legs spread apart as far as they would go. His hips pistoned once, twice,  and many more times until the number was impossible to keep track of as the beast's cock pounded itself upward into the female. The lycan knew that, in this position, it could get deeper, and it would need to be able to if it wanted any shot at fitting it's knot deep within his partner, even if it meant that it broke her in the process. He wanted to hit a spot inside the demoness that only a beast could reach.