[/html]This is what he had come to this land for. The fear, the pain, the taking what he had no right to take. If he believed in such things as souls, his would undoubtedly be as black as sin, and he would burn in the worst parts of hell for all the things he had done. Gregor was not afraid of death though, or any sort of life that might come after it. He was a brute, a savage, a beast, and it was for these sick moments that he lived for.
After he had fully entered her, Gregor released his jaw's hold on her shoulder. Seeing her blood stain that pretty white pelt was divine. The granite beast licked her life's force off his lips as he took firm hold of her hips and pulled himself out briefly only to plunge himself back in to her unwilling depths. Vaguely he was aware of her arms scrabbling to find a weapon of some sort to use against him, but whatever she found could not do him much harm so he paid it no mind. Brutal thrusts gained a rhythm as he held tight to her hips. This was how you broke a woman, and Gregor was good at it.
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