Yes. A good hunter takes the initiative.

Closing to within ten feet, as she's fighting her way through a thick bramble, her attention targeted towards it rather than around herself, as it should have been if she wished to avoid ****, you decide that now is the moment to strike. Pouncing at her, she turns to face you with startling speed, one of her metal hands jabbing out to uppercut you mid-leap. Despite her speed, however, she's not fast enough. You crash into her, absorbing her half-prepared punch with your sheer weight as you pin her to the floor on her back, one monstrously strong hand around each of her wrists.

From this distance, her scent is almost overpowering, the smell of fertility driving you wild. She desperately struggles beneath you, displaying surprising strength for one so small compared to you, but nowhere near enough to escape your mutated grip. You think about telling her that she should be proud for what's going to happen next, that she'll get to hold the young of a strong and powerful member of your race, using the tongue you spoke long ago, but quickly decide the better of it, instead preferring to hold her down one-handed by the chest, while you carelessly tear away the fabric covering her lower body with a swat of your hand.

The woman beneath you is screaming and yelling, shouting curses and fighting against your grip. You don't care about that. Her consent or willingness is not necessary for you to breed her. As you wait for your member to become fully erect, you tear off the rest of her clothing, leaving it in tattered rags around her while she fights you every step of the way, until she's completely naked below your dominating mass.

Deciding that now is the time, you quickly flip her over onto her chest, ass raised in the air, and plant your erect cock against the smooth flesh of her pussy, not even pausing for a second before you shove into her folds and begin to rut within her, her warm walls clutching you tight. She's dry, and unprepared for penetration, but that's something you easily overcome, despite her screams and curses of pain.

Driven entirely by instinct, you piston into her depths as fast as you can, fucking to breed, nothing more. Her movements become more and more frantic the closer you get to finishing, which amuses you slightly. You continue, pounding into her with every stroke until eventually, you roar in triumph and crash balls-deep into her, viciously proclaiming your conquest with the bursts of mutated seed you pump into her fertile womb, filling her up pulse by pulse until it begins to leak out around your cock. Given that the seed of your kind was specifically designed by some of the finest scientists to be extremely virile, you know the chance you haven't made her pregnant is next to zero.

Making a quiet growl of satisfaction, it seems she's gone silent, having frozen in place the moment you began to inseminate her. She stares at you like a deer in headlights, aware of the imminent danger but incapable of stopping it in any way. You slowly begin to slide out of her violated pussy, the stream of white fluid you were holding inside her dripping out to the floor under her, as you stand up to your full height, looking her over while she stares at you with a look of shock, horror, and rage.