Finally, he dug his claws in to make sure she didn’t move, just barely managing not to draw any blood, but warning her enough against trying to help him. He felt her shudder and whimper again, but he said nothing. His eyes flashed with aggravation…he was more than ready to give her something else to cry about, but instead he was just coated with her sex, his cock was aching and his balls were hanging low, but with nothing to fuck.
He moved again, and this time, he found the right position. He heard her gasp a little as the tip of his cock pressed against her entrance. He felt his loins catch fire, more than eager as he found her. She was wet and more than ready, and his blood was racing at the thought.
“You’re mine, Shepard.”
His claws dug in a little more, enough to be a slight pain, forcing her back as he thrust forward. An animalistic growl ripped from his throat and he bared his teeth a little, his eyes flashing with a mixture of triumph and volatile sexual impulses. She cried out from the sudden intrusion, her walls stretching to accommodate his girth and size. She wasn’t a virgin but he still caused her twinges of pain. As he held onto her waist, he moved closer to her, burying his cock in to the base of his balls. He could feel her trembling and gasping beneath him, accommodating to the changes slowly. All the while he pinned her with his claws, refusing her the right to move.