Her moans, her writhing, and her words, all seemed to spur him on further. Fire seemed to fill him, as he gripped her tightly, and<em>pounded,</em>hard enough to all but break a human woman, interested in only his own pleasure, as he drove her into the hard floor, ignorant of what her claws were<em>doing</em>to that stone... and how easily she could do it to him.<br/><br/>He wasn't interested in slow and gentle, nor in anything but satisfying his urges, using her like a toy. His movements were fast and violent, sparing no effort for speaking, or anything more than a grunt, each time he buried himself in her, his heavy balls slapping against her ass rhythmically.