Of course you can't let her make the first move

"Hurr...!" You let out a menacing growl at the woman as she's immediately trying to break free from your grip, and cause her to wince in pain as your meaty fingers close even tighter around her slender waist. She's definitively sore after you smashed her into the wall, though she doesn't seem to have any broken ribs or limbs, and even as you try to be careful she soon understands how easily you could snap her fragile, human form in half.

"Let me go, you brute!" She groans in anger as you lift her off the ground, but then her expression changes to fear when she finally seem to realize her fate, and her struggle becomes even more **** while she's staring into your open maw. You're not planning to eat her just yet however, and instead of chomping down on her pretty little head you grab her flailing arms and legs in each of your meaty fists, so that she ends up stretched out on her side in the air right while you close your lips across her upper torso.

From there you're easily able to shred her clothes with your teeth, while taking some cruel pleasure in the squeals of terror escaping the poor woman's lips when she thinks that you're about to feast on her flesh as well. Meanwhile you notice how the smell of leather and metal has rubbed off on her skin from wearing so much armor, though you merely think of it as a piquant addition to her flavor, and you feel her quiver in fear and disgust while you have a first taste of her naked skin with your tongue.

"Gods, no...!" She continues to voice her objections while you lick and suck at her pale flesh, but finally cease her struggling when she comes to realize that she's unable to break free, and that she's only wearing herself out in vain. It's also possible that she finds her current situation a little less horrifying than she'd come to believe, and even though she's certainly not enjoying the treatment you can tell how her body is starting to betray her in ways she couldn't have imagined. You're not even sure how you can know anything at all about the human anatomy, or how their minds and bodies reacts to various situations, but still you're easily able to tell what's going on when you feel her small nipples hardening under the relentless **** of your slobbering lips and tongue.

Soon she's almost given up entirely as you've sapped her of both her strength and will to fight, and you pull yourself back for a moment to survey your surroundings and your captive's spittle-soaked body. She looks a bit like a wet rag by now, when you hold her upright by her slender arms, even though you've left her face and fiery red hair mostly untouched, and you can see the hate in her eyes have grown a bit dull compared to the first time you saw them. A few goblins are still cowering in the shadows by the rocky walls, and you notice with some dismay how some of them must have dragged your dinner - the dead dwarf - out of your sight. It doesn't matter so much though, as you can probably feed on the cowardly creatures themselves when you're done with your catch at hand, but it still annoys you that they believe they can do as they like with your prey whenever you're not looking their way.

For now you decide to return your attention to the still breathing human however, and you notice a nearby tall pedestal of obsidian stone, which will serve you well while you consider what you should do with her next. She tries again to struggle briefly when you plop her down on the top of that pillar, but you're able to catch her easily and pin her down on her back with your meaty fist. From there you can grab at her flailing legs, and cause her to gasp and squeal in objection while you tear your way through the last remains of her garbs, until she's finally down to nothing but tattered pieces of cloth which clings to her limbs and shoulders, while a single belt of sturdy brown leather stays in place around her slender waist.

She's really quite the masterpiece you figure to yourself when you're looking down at her shivering form again, with a little more fat on her hips and bottom than her well-trained figure would suggest. Her tits are also just big enough, as you've already found with your lips and tongue, and the perky pink little nipples are puckering up even more while exposed to the cold draft of your master's hallways. What draws your attention the most however is the alluring scent of her sex, and you find yourself drawn in for a taste of her thighs while she tries her best to cover her naked body.

"N-no...!" She's trying to plead with you now, rather than lashing out in anger as you flick your tongue across the backside of her legs, though it's hardly enough to make you back down or show her any form of mercy. Just a few seconds later you've spread her wide open upon the cold, flat surface, and it seems like she's much too shocked to fight back with her fists - even as her arms are now free from your grip -, while you devote your tongue to the sacred place in between her legs.

Whether she wants it or not she's soon overflowing with juices, which you're more than happy to lap right out of her velvet snatch, and you can feel her shuddering in what you know is a mix of unwanted pleasure, and the revulsion that follows when she comes to realize how parts of her soul and body are reacting to your wicked onslaught.

With your race's advanced sense of smell and taste you're able to tell some things about your victim that she's probably just barely aware of herself in this situation, and along with that you're also capable of finding and nudging her most sensitive spots in just the right way, which you ruthlessly use against her while she struggles to retain her own dignity. For example you could tell her approximate age just by her smell from a distance, and now that you've tasted her you can pinpoint it to just a few months over twenty-four summers. She's also had a quite limited experience with other lovers, and obviously never carried a child, though you can tell that she's currently at the peak of her ovulation cycle, which further explains why she's so susceptible to your lewd and vicious advances on her quivering form...