Erythnul had fucked many a woman over the eons, and had raped a great deal more. But never once had he moaned, groaned, gasped, or otherwise expressed his pleasure without words. He refused his victims any satisfaction they might get from it. But Catherine, once she had been broken, was one of the only women who had ever been able to make that a challenge. Her rear hole was amazingly tight around his much-too-large shaft, and she made it tighter still as he slammed into her again and again. He grabbed her by the hair, forcing her head up as his tongue snaked into her mouth, coiling around hers, tasting her screams of agony. His fucking only got harder and faster.