Her own cry rose under and around his exultant roar, elven voice sweet and honey-smooth even as it became a wail of bursting pleasure cut through with increasingly hard and aching pains. His body battered hers, within and without upon the rock-hard length of the weapon of his manhood, and against the hard rock that was the wall, jarring her with increasing brutality.<br/><br/>It had been difficult enough to take him, but after her own climax every thrust was a torture to the delicate tissues, and tears welled up to pool in her eyes, head tilting back and rocking in hard, short movements with every vicious thrust he made into her.<br/><br/>She felt, finally, a horrible sense of gratitude when he did spend within her, as it was forced out around his cock, coating her inner thighs and her sex, but coating him too and giving at least a little bit of lubricative slide to help him moving in her.