[/html]The Mountain took no measures to make this enjoyable for her. This was about his own pleasure, and using this act as a weapon instead of what it was meant to be. Clearly women were the lesser breed, else the gods would not have given them a way to be so abused. He could feel the pressure beneath his navel start to build and growled with satisfaction, his rough movements becoming quicker. It had been too long since he had had such a release and he was eager to feel that wave of relief, even if it did mean that her suffering would be over sooner than he might have liked.
So wrapped up in the atrocity he was committing, Gregor did not hear or smell or even see the other male come onto the scene. All he knew was one moment he was close to bliss, and the next he had been pulled from it. He had only vaguely felt the hit to his chest, his brain much more focused on the loss of friction and heat below his waist. Confusion likely clouded his bronze orbs for mere moments before a punch hit his face and he deducted what had just occurred. Gregor looked up at the man and fury suddenly twisted is otherwise placid features. This idiot had dared to interrupt him, and now he would pay.
The pale man had landed only a few hits before The Mountain summoned his strength and threw a strong punch to the side of the intruder's head that forced the other off of him. He watched as the stranger slowly got to his feet after the fierce blow had addled his brain. Growl rumbling deep in his barrel chest, Gregor charged and ran the white male into the closest tree. A monstrous hand found the other's throat and put a vice-like grip upon it as he lifted him into the air. The beast smashed the man's body against the tree again before putting more pressure on his windpipe, intent on crushing it.
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