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The squirming, the weakened fighting back, none of it slows him down. The anger pent up from months of hoarding it, suppressing it in the depths of his mind, comes out all at once. The fact she has a light pelt and smells not of children or the lair doesn’t slow down the anger in his thrusts and he gives her everything he’s kept locked away. It is not what the girl deserves but in place of his antagonist, she takes the punishment instead. A swelling slows his movements down but the intensity does not pull back, using the short bursts to finish the frustration he’s been holding that shuffles them forward a step or two but her legs are not strong enough.
 
Surma snaps his head up with her scruff between his teeth to try and salvage the last few seconds but her legs fold and collapse beneath her. He doesn’t have time to prepare before they both hit the ground and his full weight forces her into the dirt. Stunned by the drop, he opens his jaw to release her ragdoll of body; the rest of his knot swollen and imbedded with in her but his satisfaction is long from filled. In his awkward position, trapped on the ground in frustration and her lack of effort to get away, he uses his position to try and push further into her. She remains beneath him like prey waiting for death as he forces the last few thrusts until his release but just before, he grips his teeth around her neck and clamps down. It is not enough to severe or bring her spinal cord but he tears at her skin and muscle for remembrance. Asterr may not feel what this girl does and she will live with it, she will carry the burden the dark chieftess is meant to carry for his destruction.
 
Slowly, when his hips are stilled and cemented to her groin, he releases the grip on her neck. Her formerly pale fur is tainted with her own blood, soaking through by his piercing teeth. Surma licks softly at the back of her neck, a subtle caress of kindness he has not shown since before he’d mounted her, and softly purrs into her right ear as a lover deserving of this moment would. “It is the sins of another you pay for,” he murmurs softly. He lets the words seep into her drug-addled mind.  He shifts his legs into springs, picking up his front half that lifts her lifeless body from inches from the ground by his knot, using his front legs to put weight on her shoulders before he tears away from her all too soon.  Surma gives her a warning snarl as the pain sears through his loins with satisfied fire, leaving her a lump on the ground behind him.