Sigyn had the toughness of stone to thank for the relative lack of damage she had received from the hellhound's sneak attack, but her rather stony mind, slow to change and adapt under the best of circumstances, was to blame for what happened next.  By the time it registered to her addled mind that the lower half of her outfit had been ripped free and her womanhood was exposed to the air, the fiend had climbed up onto her body and pinned her in place.  By the time she realized she had been mounted, it was speaking into her ear.  And then, suddenly, that coldly malicious voice brought it all into focus for her, and she felt it with growing horror as the beast's enormous member grew and grew between the cheeks of her ample butt, knew with a dread certainty just what it was about to do to her...<br/><br/>"N... No!"  She struggled futilely against the weight pinning her down, the fear quite clear on her face as she looked back over her shoulder, at those sharp fangs, that black and red fur, and most especially at that four foot rod poking out over her over her hips...  "Please... don't!"