He snarled again and again, slamming faster into her. Fuck, he was like a machine. Brutal, simplistic, everything she looked for. He slammed down into her harder and faster, more brutal in his movements. F-Fuhck, y'keep gettin' wetter."
He roared loudly and arched to slam hard into her, grunting and digging his tusks into her flesh as he bit her shoulder. He slammed hard into her spot, roars muffled by her flesh.
"Tha's it, fukken scream fer yer warchief." He snarled loudly and flipped her onto her stomach. He slammed back into her and roared louder, gripping her hair and tugging her head back.