His warm tongue lapped against the inflamed wound he had inflicted on her, making her sob breathlessly at his touch. She was sick of him, sick of his weight crushing her into the dirt, sick of his heavy musk pervading everything and seeping under her skin. She would reek of him long after he was done here, if he even let her escape. He laughed as she cursed him, unfazed again by her anger, and it was enough to make her finally break down and weep outright. She had no fight left in her, emotionally and physically exhausted from the torture he was putting her through. At least it no longer hurt as much where he was driving his flesh into her; the raw sensation had shifted into something smoother, eased by the lubricous wetness they were generating between them. It also helped ease the pressure when she moved with him, rocking her hips with his fierce downstroke to the tune of his guttural moans. If this was what she had to do to end it sooner, then she would bow her head and do it. Let him have his disgusting fun so that he would finally leave her alone.
But it was not ending yet. He pulled her weary body from the ground with his strong arms, dragging her on top as he reversed their positions. She whined, slumping weakly as his claws dug into her sides, jerking her hips along with his frenetic cadence. Was he purposely prolonging it, getting off on her discomfort? Her legs were shaking, a trembling she could not suppress, as their union invoked that stirring within her again. This new position was gentler for her, since the dog's bulk was no longer crushing her, and his upward thrusts were teasing something from deep inside her, leaving her breathless. She raised her tear-streaked face, gazing helplessly to the panting dog's expression, cringing at the lust she found in his soulless black eyes. She would not get mercy from him, not until he had satisfied himself.
Then he offered her an ultimatum. If she submitted fully... he would be done with her. She was already too drained to resist him, too cowed to try and break free again. What more did he want? He had thoroughly crushed her spirit, and her body was broken and bleeding. That sick dread coiled in her stomach again as she realized what he was lusting after. He wanted her to play along with his game, pretend she liked it. "F... fine," she whimpered, placing her hands against his heaving abdomen to hold herself upright. Straddling him as he wanted, she began to rock into his motion, only hoping he would finish soon and release her from his perverted clutches. "...just let me go," she mumbled under her breath, letting go of the last bruised vestige of her pride. She would beg if she had to.
Her head ached terribly, matched only by her throbbing chest wound. But the strangest sensation was the one that began to tremor throughout her the moment she consented to his touch. The heat between her thighs intensified, washing through her, making her splayed legs quake against him. It was impossible to conceal her shameful arousal, driven too far by the sinful act they were committing together. She drew back her lips and uttered a wail, a tortured cry of pain and pleasure, lamenting the nightmarish ordeal and yet begging for him to continue. It burned where his claws twisted in her, but she bucked against him regardless, helpless against the primal desire for his seed. It was no longer an assault, but an act of mating; she would accept the gift of life he was forcing into her, complying to the higher call of nature.