He takes her.

He parted her legs with an expertly executed maneuver. His every muscle was holding her captive, as his well-trained hips guided his throbbing shaft into her opening. The Butterfly Woman passively allowed the furious beast to enter her, resigned to her fate. She had known from the beginning what her future had in store, and knew from the start that she would surrender herself into the Beast Man’s firm grasp. The Butterfly Woman was no statue, she too had heat and desires, she too could find joy in fornication. Her pussy produced a natural lubricant, indicating her sexual needs, and also the clever use of a body’s natural process as a defense mechanism. She knew how much more pleasant impending nonconsensual intercourse could be when one was aroused and prepared compared to when one was not aroused and unprepared. Her lungs expelled a yelp as the Beast Man’s hard cock pushed its way completely inside her. Soon his hips were swinging back and forth between the Butterfly Woman’s spread legs, his meaty cock pounding into her wet pussy. The Butterfly Woman’s moans were noticeably restrained, and the Butterfly Woman was upset by her inability to silence them. They grew louder and louder as her willpower declined rapidly.