Quintus was not repulsed by her breath, nor her absent teeth.  He found the absence of her teeth regrettable, and were he not in the throes of pleasure, and despite the struggle, it really was a pleasure to him, he might have tossed a glare at Anastasius for ruining his prize.  If it were him, he would have stolen a tooth from the rear of her mouth, a molar.  He could only guess what made the demonstration of pain necessary, and with his manhood held firmly by the Amazon's tight sheathe, he was soon unconcerned by the bloody gap behind her lips.  Quintus smiled slightly to see her lips part, and with his own bloodied mouth, covered her own, kissing her as he would kiss any other lover; Hungrily.<br/><br/>The kiss, rather purposefully, muffled her words, as he was getting tired of the woman’s ravings.  Quintus continued to plunge into her, reveling in the feel of her as every inch of his member was tightly caressed by her channel. He groaned against her lips, moving his hand when he felt her using her own touch to pleasure the bud that hid behind her petals.  He felt her shiver beneath him, and he decided this position was not enough.  Despite the risk it represented, he growled and pulled his cock free of the confines of her very pleasant mound.  Swiftly, and unceremoniously, he flipped his conquest onto her back, her weight no more of a challenge to him, than penetrating her maidenhead had been.  He gripped her legs tightly, drawing them apart with a steely grasp that would doubtless bruise her thighs.  The table protested beneath the Amazon’s back, as her rump was dragged to the edge, and with scarcely a breath or two having passed since his absence, Quintus shoved his proud manhood back into the ready, welcoming, heated and deliciously snug grip of her sex.<br/><br/>Quintus groaned, pushed her legs back, and pinned them with the weight of his upper body, her heels against his shoulders.  His hands roughly grasped her breasts, and he gazed into the Amazon’s eyes now, pounding into her with wanton abandon, eager to see her quake with release.  “That’s better…”  She could scratch his chest, even strike his face if she reached for it, but it wouldn’t have the force of that last blow, and he didn’t mind a few scratches.  “Go on, you can reach yourself now.”  Quintus found this vista, this view of even her abused body much more his liking, and he smiled  at her, thrusting as he sought to push her towards her peak.