The forward movements pushed her body to restretch for him, and drew soft, muffled whimpers of pain, though it were not so sharp and intense this time as it had been with his initial impalement.<br/><br/>His fingers stroking the soft bud of pleasure just above where he was steadily working her open was a sensation unexpected and new, and she found herself biting her lip to hold in other soft sounds as well, ones she did not wish to give up to the human that loomed above her, stroking her even as he took her and let her slashed foot continue to bleed into the forest floor.