Anax continued to prod, focusing on recently discovered grounds. A tendril slinked into the girl’s pantaloons, winding to the opening in her drawers. Patience flinched as he touched upon her sex, and let the book slip from her hands. He withdrew the tendril revealing it to be slick with her fluids. She felt her blood rise in embarrassment. Low chuckles emanated from the back of Patience’s head. Her inner walls felt hot and began to ache for attention.

Anax growled, “More! I want more!”

Taking that as a warning, Patience held her breath to brace herself. For good reason. Anax formed arms to pull her blouse down and grapple her breasts, drawing pained winces from between her teeth. Then one hand departed to reach his true quarry. Pulling off her pants and drawers, he greedily inserted two large fingers into her. Patience squirmed against his digits, feeling herself sliding around them.

“Anax! What are you doing?” she gasped.

“Truly making you mine!”

He flexed his fingers, leaving Patience panting. Delighting in her response, Anax manifested a body behind Patience on the sofa. She felt his broad chest, stalwart and snuggly fitted against her back. Effortlessly, he lifted her onto his newly materialized thighs and spread her legs over his knees. Anax forced Patience to gaze down for his own viewing pleasure. Never once did he let up twiddling his fingers.

A few ropey tendrils emerged from his groin and together coalesced into a thick member. It snaked a short way up to Patience’s gap. Anax extracted his fingers, a wet film coating them. As he prodded her entrance with his cock, he smeared the slick around her flesh.

“Anax!”

Only encouraged by the sound of his name, Anax slid into her with a feral grunt. She choked at the pain. Tendrils shot around Patience’s wrists and bound her hands to his shoulders. Wrapping his arms around Patience’s thighs, he carried her off the sofa, claws clicking on the hardwood floors. Still connected, he stormed into her room.

Anax fell upon the bed and began to ravage her. Claws dug into the girl’s chest and torso. His hips bucked furiously against her backside. He had his skull pressed firmly against the headboard, Patience directly under him, her top half suspended by his many ropes. All the girl could do was watch her breasts pass between tendril and claw, compressed and deformed in his strong grip. She whimpered at the stings flashing from her chest and loins. At this point he felt more beast than man.

Growls reverberated behind Patience’s ears, tickling the nerves in her neck. As Anax continued, the pain seceded slightly. If he had started off more gently, instead of immediately pounding into her, Patience could see herself enjoying this more. She held her breath. Two days ago she would have never considered that.

Anax whipped their heads up, veering Patience’s train of thought to redirect it to the searing sensation at the pit of her pelvis, his shaft sliding between her folds with doubled fervor. Patience yelped as he wrenched her breast with his right claw, his left planted into the bed to support them both as he plowed away. She was helpless, subject to his whims alone.

The feeling of him everywhere around her was nearly too much to handle. It was suffocating. Capitulating, she held mouthfuls of breath at a time. Patience screwed her eyes shut. Seeing was pointless as her vision continued to be jostled. Her knees burned as they were rubbed into the quilt. In her mind, she imagined this feeling better, like that time just two nights ago. Currently she only wished it to end so she could catch her breath.

“A-Anax,” she coughed.

“Yes! Call my name, my Pet!” chuffed the skull.

With one powerful thrust, he shoved Patience down into the bed. A gruff groan exploded around her head. Her eyes shot wide open as she felt Anax bury his cock into her cavity, attempting to sheath it right to its base. Plunged to its deepest, a gush of tepid fluid filled her. Silenced by a mix of curious desire and shame, Patience could do naught but curl up underneath Anax’s massive frame. She felt exposed, and oddly disappointed.

When Anax withdrew himself, a small streak of blood gleamed on his shaft. He shifted himself and Patience over so that they rested comfortably on their sides, Patience still pressed to his chest. Her hand crept to her middle, holding it in slight pain.