It disgusted her that the creature /enjoyed/ her fear, panic settling over her like a blanket, smothering her in numbness. She couldn’t even feel the cold now, seeing and feeling only the creature that loomed over her, muscles tightening as his claw traced over such a delicate part of her anatomy. She whimpered, a pleading sound, begging him to stop what he was doing – though it was no good. The animal seemed to be hell bent on taking what it wanted.<br/><br/>And what it wanted, was her.<br/><br/>Her virgin lips were dewy with her arousal, Damita’s gaze averting in shame, though it was short lived; she had a new problem to worry about. The feel of something hot against the opening to her virgin channel drew her attention, eyes widening, cinnamon dominating that gaze, her pupils having dilated. Finally she screamed as he sought to push himself into her, not even the head wanting to fit into that tight passage; if anyone had been around, they would of surely heard her wail of pure terror.<br/><br/>Cinnamon locked with the feral amber of Toho’s eyes, the sudden pain at being stretched making her cringe as she whimpered and pleaded in Spanish, her fear only making her bear down harder, tightening that muscle – In other words, making it all the harder for Toho.<br/><br/>