Her little show of bravado had been for the worst, her facing paling when his own teeth were revealed. She gave a frightened sound, like that of a small animal caught until a predator’s paw, her hands splayed against the ground. Her body trembled at his snarl, eyes drawn down at the sound of tearing fabric. She could not stop the gasp that snuck out from between parted lips, cinnamon gaze flicking from his feline cock to his face.<br/><br/>His intent was very, /very/ clear at that moment.<br/><br/>Hair was in a wild disarray around her face, framing that porcelain mask of fright, her cinnamon eyes large. Pushed down until her shoulder blades met the ground, Damita could only watch in terror as the creature went back to fondling her breasts, her nipples responding positively, even with her negative attitude. She whimpered, thighs seeking to press together as he continued to rub himself against her, the wet panties providing an unwanted friction against her skin.<br/>