As her struggles continue to grow, she would find his purring gradually diminishing, replaced by growling. A growl that slowly rises into a crescendo, as he opens his mouth, and presses his teeth against the back of her neck.<br/><br/>He does not bite her. But, she can feel the prick of his sharp teeth; teeth mostly meant for ripping up meat. It was a sort of threat, a way of telling her to calm down or else.  It was ultimately in her best interest as well; the sooner he could get off, the sooner he'd be off of her. But, struggles lead to pauses, and pauses mean he just needs more time to finish the deed.<br/><br/>Even as the nipples become red, tender, and far too sensitive, he does not seem to let up. Perhaps it was a punishment for her continued fighting. At this point, if she had been capable of it, she'd likely be producing milk from the sheer pressure of the sucking appendages.<br/><br/>His long, thick tongue would flick out across one of her ears. As he felt himself growing closer to release, she'd notice his pace increasing, and losing some of its rhythm. She'd also start to be ground against the floor because of the intensity of his thrusts; enough to be painful, but not to leave anything beyond, perhaps, a rash.