Indeed, whatever pheromones were in the girl's sweet scent... whatever spell they weaved in his blood that made it call to him so strongly... it was certainly taking its toll. Angelis was, at the end of the day, a wolf demon, and even he acknowledged that there were weaknesses in his character for the more primal part of him that reacted to base stimuli with similarly base instinct. But he was always in control of these things. He was usually a stoic and disciplined ranger of a noble banner, even if he did not believe in every single law of the land. He was a good soldier... a good person, even if others had misgivings about his nature as a demon. His tall, furry ears and trio of long, bushy tails often gave others pause when observing him.<br/><br/>And now, without his clothes or cloak, the girl could see him for what he was. And perhaps, that was why she resisted him as she did. In a way, it made Angelis resent the girl... for being afraid of him without reason, for thinking she was better than him, for being able to be so...<em>normal</em>, even if she wasn't exactly human. With the primal emotions of his beast growing, so did his reason and humanity diminish. Where the man saw a girl whom needed protection and a warm place to sleep through a cold and stormy night, the beast only saw a mate that was there to be taken. Even as she tried to push his hips away from hers, he held her tightly to him, his hardened length lodged against the crevice of her ass until his hand slipped and brushed against it.<br/><br/>"Oh, a curious touch? No, don't pull your hand away. By all means, touch. I'm certainly going to." This, of course, only encouraged the beast further... not that he needed any more encouragement with each breath pumping her pheromones through his blood, calling to his true nature, blinding him to everything else. His hand grabbed hers and put it back around his hard length... except this time, he had pushed her hand inside of his underwear, her fingers feeling the bare, hot and hard flesh of his manhood in her grip, textured by ridges and veins. "If you weren't promised, and you are untouched, then you are unclaimed. Which means you will be mine." His hand was gripping her underwear and pulling it aside, forcing its way between her soft thighs to slide along her slit... to feel her and feel the arousal he<em>knew</em>was there.