Her body needs more.

The moment her inner walls' grip faltered, her hips took over.

Ever so slightly they lifted, not even a hair's breadth.

Feeling their prey start to slip, her inner walls held fast again, tighter, stronger. Forgetting to reshape themselves to fit, and focusing on not letting go, like they were afraid that they'd lose it forever. The way they undulated and shook made it feel like they were trying to pull him in deeper.

A pair of groans escaped into the lair. The tentacles in his hands pulled them down towards her hips, while a small mass of them slithered and gathered under his. They made him rest them on her butt, making him hold her down while flexing under him, making his hips buck upwards.

"You could not wait any longer, my love?" the creature's mate chuckled lightly, looking up at him coyly. Or at least as coyly a horrible monster with unreadable eyes and terrifying teeth could, feigning complete ignorance that she's the one making him move.

Forcing himself to give her a wry smile, Wiglaf put strength into his hands, securing his grip on her. A pleased purr rumbled against his chest, and the tentacles around his ankles finally released. Pulling them in close, he matched the timing of her tentacles' pulses, helping her to help him fuck her.

They were short and sharp at first, but slowly and surely, they both pushed through the tight grip of her inner walls, breaking down its resistance, forcing it to yield to his thrusts. Adjusting his hands and feet, Wiglaf experimented carefully, finding the angles, positions, speeds, and strengths that got the biggest reactions out of her. All the while, the creature's mate hissed and groaned above him, moving her hips randomly, making him fight to get them under control.

With his eyes shut tight, and snarling through gritted teeth, Wiglaf pounded his hips upwards hard and fast, using all of his length in each stroke, while his hands drove her hips down. Years of frustration, anger, and hate gave him strength. And now that the source of his hate was in his hands, he needed to get it all out of him, so that he could return home in peace. "Take it! Take it!" he grunted, thrusting powerfully.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes," she hissed loudly, her arms almost popping his shoulders out from their sockets from sliding them under him. If he could see it, he'd see the sly smile on her face as she'd finally gotten him to do as she wished, before another shuddering moan came out of her lips. "Make me take you... oh it feels so good when you make me..."

One of her breasts kept bumping up against his nose. Irritated, he opened his mouth and bit down on the soft, featureless, fleshy globe. He tried sinking his teeth into it, but it's rubbery texture quickly pushed his jaw apart again. An amused growl came from above him. "Harder," she demanded, dropping her chest on his face to smother him. "Mark me, my love. Leave your mark on me so that you'll know I'm yours."

His hand flew up and took hold of it. Squeezing a chunk from it, he bit down again, going so far as to chew on her bouncy flesh, just to see if it was even possible for him to hurt her.

A sharp inhale and a flinch told him that it was, and the marks he had left on her breast quickly darkening told him just how fast her body responded to damage. A pleased smile grew on his face, that quickly faded when he saw her smile back. "My turn," she grinned, right before biting him back lightly on his shoulder.

Her sharp teeth pierced through his flesh like it was paper. A yelp of pain lurched out of Wiglaf's mouth. He tried to wriggle free, but she was too strong to be moved. Doing the only thing he could think to do, he grabbed her hips once more and pumped his up furiously as the wound began to sting and burn, while gnawing at her breasts, praying that he could overwhelm her senses with pure aggression.

Like a dog with a bone, the creature's mate growled around her bite, unwilling to let go.

The pain began to radiate across his chest and down his arm. Grunting and spitting to keep himself from yelling, Wiglaf channeled the pain through the rest of his body, fucking her with the desperation of a man clinging to life. His climax was building quickly, fully believing that this could be his last chance at continuing his line.

Her pants began taking a sweeter note and her jaw slowly became lax, finally releasing him when he released his seed inside her again. Each pulse of his cock was accompanied by weakening grunts. Wiglaf's head went limp onto the furs, a dark fog descending around his mind as he succumbed to the pain, sending him into an senseless sleep. The last thing he heard was soft cooing noises that suddenly turned into a panic. "Love? My love!? No... no, no, no! Do not leave me again!"