Jagger's cock surged forward as it pushed even harder, penetrating into her womb and finally reaching nearly to the base of its knotted cock.  With a long, low purr, it hunched down on top of her and began to pump its hips in a slow, almost leisurely manner as it worked the huge cock in and out of her.  His cock was already seeping with precum, at which point a lovely tingling feeling would be felt with each bit that was released by the creature.  It was as if the fluid that leaked from the beast was making things less painful, more pleasurable, more able to deal with the size by allowing her to accommodate more of his width.<br/><br/>Mourn, meanwhile, could barely see anything.  Jagger was stamped down on top of her so tightly all he could do was hear the sounds of the copulation.  However, the bag was revealed and from its interior came a collar of sorts.  Inscribed with various runes, it would help provide added protection to whomever so wore it.  However, it was also an enslavement collar that proved the person was little more than anyone's property should the person be claimed.