Pride sensed woman's surrender, at least in physical level as her hands moved from struggling breaking free to embrace him instead. His hand which kept her lifted on toes moves down further in her body (and lets her feet again reach ground), his hand goes to her armored leather pants front. Pulling the bindings and belt free he pulls her pants down just little, allowing the little room what they could let his black brass clawed fingers move inside her pants to front of her pelvis.<br/><br/>Despite the dark claws which had tore and ripped men apart and were awash in their blood and were coated in deadly yozi venom, the claws gently caressed on her mound while he continued kiss and hand grasping her breast became less violent but no less possessing in it's grip as clawed fingers trace over her soft mound and snare her nipple into stretching pinch. While his tongue continues trail and snare her tongue inside her mouth and thus continue fueling more and more burning infernal essence to her body. Her own charm healing and rejuvenating her body, replacing any pain with a different burn and different needs in this man's hands....