Alsten reaches out one calloused, black nailed hand to sink into the catgirl's hair, and then grasps tight in her hair close to the base of her skull, giving him very firm control over her head and pulls her closer so that he can whisper in her lightly furred ear, his breath hot and human as it rolls from his inhumanly warm body.<br/><br/>"Well my dear feline, is that what you need, to be spanked until your ass hurts so much that all you can do is wave your tail, incapable of walking or sitting?" His voice promises pain, and desire as one, the mortification of her diseased flesh as only those of faith can. His gaze burns into her own, giving her flashes of the darkness he fights within, of chains and agonies none merely human could dream of.