A toothy feral grin spread across Damian’s lips at Kyuui’s words of resolve. Between that and the more bestial gruffness to his otherwise smooth voice, it was clear he had embraced his primal nature.<strong>”That is why I like you. Though you act meek, you have the spirit of a fighter.”</strong>Damian’s free arm reached under the kitsune girl, crossing her body and between her breasts until his strong hand was able to get a solid grip on her opposing shoulder restraining her in place. No longer needing to stun her with pleasure by manipulating her clit, his other hand left her groin to grip his throbbing erection and guide the crown against her soaked slit. It was obvious he was successful in his attempts to get her aroused for sex the way he liked it.<strong>”That is why I’m going to take you and make you mine!”</strong><br/><br/>With one powerful thrust, Damian hammered his entire cock into Kyuui’s tight pussy with a savage roar knowing that she was capable of taking it with only moderate discomfort at first. In an instant he had hilted himself while at the same time his crown pressing firmly against her cervix, filling her vulpine cunt to capacity with his size. The fighter stood as he withdrew halfway in preparation for another thrust, one hand curling around her hip while the other planted itself between her shoulder blades forcing her to remain bowed on the bed as he rammed into her molten folds again and again. He wanted her rough and hard in an attempt to claim her by leaving a lasting impression in her womanhood as well as her mind. Only a little while ago some boys tried taking her away from him and Damian was intent on letting her know what it was like to be taken by a real man.