Sionn can probably consider herself lucky that her assailant took the time to get her good and wet with his tongue, or she might have actually been hurt by the monsters quickening thrusts. She can feel him force himself deeper into her body, lips spread widely around the encroaching length.<br/><br/>She squeezes her eyes shut, not wanting to see the degradations being visited upon her, but she can feel ever inch ramming into her, the slick sounds of coupling filling the air, mingling with her desperate cries slipping from her each time it hilts itself in her, the girl convinced he's going to tear her apart with his girth.