He raked his claws down her back gently, before grabbing jer hair and pulling her head back, his breathing ragged and uneven. He pushed into her and hissed lowly, letting out a low, rumbling growl.
"So..." he inhaled fron the crook of her neck again and let out an almost shaky moan into her ear. "Sweet." He growled out as he suddenly shunted the remaining lengths of his cocks into her.
He didn't care. She was tight, hot, her body already begging for him. He couldn't hold back anymore. He did it again and again, slamming into her without a care in his mind.
Their activities continued well into the night, Hulara wearing her down as he always did. When the morning came, Satlyn laid bedridden, too weak and sore to move or do anything.