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cw: not so dubious consent?

There isn’t much struggle beneath him, nothing that he perceives enough to tell him to stop. Her voice does not slow him down as he pulls her by the grip of her hips. The soft whispers of no do not reach his ears while he molds to the girl and it is an agonizing moment as he stands still to test her stance. He can feel the sway but it does not stop him, slowly giving her release from his embrace without fully leaving the warmth she has to offer.
 
His eyes finally flutter open to see the pale form within his grasp. The rumble vibrating his chest increases while the illusion slips away from him. Curved around the girl leaves him at the hands of another, however, she does not have the allure that Asterr had, the heat the lit him on fire. This time when the fire flickers in him, the woman is nowhere to be found for the wrath she sparked some months ago. The growl increases, as does the movement of his hips against her. His claws dig into the sensitive skin of her belly that buries with each new thrust with an anger he’s long pent up. He takes the scruff of her neck between his jaws to further keep her up right, his jaw tightening around the tender flesh that gives away to his sharp teeth that grind together.