Kerith snorts with derision. "Choke on a phallus," he growls, staring upward, admiring the view from below. The palm on his mechanical hand opens and cold steel tendrils shoot out, two of them finding Kalysta's breasts and teasing her nipples from outside the cloth, and one cramming itself down her throat. Their cold tips slowly tease her, brushing lightly at the sensitive flesh before pulling away, varying in firmness but never quite pressing themselves against her. As his remaining tendrils wrap around the girl's waist, trapping her, Kerith lets go with his real hand and instead seizes her groin, one of his thick, rough fingers molesting her slit, digitally raping her with the shallowest of penetration. One of his other fingers rubs the sensitive nub of flesh above her sex, but only occasionally.

After each of the ensnaring steel bonds are in position, they lower Kalysta very slowly onto Kerith's horn, its hard, dull point piercing her ass, followed by the thicker shaft.

The curve of Kerith's horn was awkward as it stood, but he still let it slip further inside until it connected with her nerves and sent pleasure wafting through her body. His vision went red as the thrill of his conquest drove him mad. Wanting to hear her cries, the tendril blocking off Kalysta's voice abruptly withdrew and retracted back into his hand. His long, rough tongue licked the inside of her hip, and his eyes closed half-way.

Kerith continues probing the girl's sex with his brute fingers, encouraged as her quivering lips grow slick with juice. Holding her suspended in the air with his steel appendages, he lowers his head, his horn slilding partially out of her bottom. Then he jerks his head up, shoving his horn into her, raping her with its hard, pointed shaft even as he continues molesting her moistening treasure. He continues the upward jerking of his head with only nominal concern for her comfort.

Kerith was well pleased with the results of his efforts. He had turned this fascinating woman from a defiant warrior to a needful girl who begged for his sexual domination. But as much as he enjoyed her cries of pleasure, he was impatient to submerge himself in her wonderful depths. He continued to take her with his horn for a few more moments before pulling her off its length with a pop, finally giving her tight bottom relief from the pleasure and discomfort of its unfeeling hardness. His red eyes looked into hers as he lowered her to face him, letting her rest her bottom on his massive, heated shaft. The shaft of his sex pressed lightly against her soaking folds, though its head did not yet make contact. Kerith placed his large flesh hand on her breasts and violently yanked her bikini top away, tossing aside the ruined garment and stopping to admire her lovely globes. He leaned his head forward, his snout sniffing at the air before her. Then he licked the crevice between them, his tongue rough, warm, and wet. He seemed to be enjoying himself for he licked again, long tongue tracing around the flesh, brushing the nipples, while his large nose breathed hot air on the wet flesh, giving her chills.

A steel tendril coiled around a leg and searched out her bottom, entering it and beginning to thrust, though for now her vagina was left untouched.

Kerith held his mechanical palm over the whining girl, tendrils coiling around her and holding her aloft, their cold steel the only thing keeping her suspended in the air. He placed his real hand on her soft breast and gave it a firm but not harsh grasp and then positioned the massive head of his shaft against her slit, well-pleased that she was as eager to be taken as he was to violate her.

This presented a problem as it always did, for the head of his phallus was over twice as wide around as her slit. But his vision was growing red with desire and he wasn't particularly concerned with her comfort in the first place so he pushed his head in, forcing entrance for the long shaft extending from his groin and then thrusting hard, forcing her damp folds to part for his enormous girth.

Kerith thrust his massive phallus deep into Kalysta, pushing the limits of her elasticity with rough, brutal power. He didn't stop until the head of his shaft was pounding against her cervix, every remnant of her hymen destroyed. He grunted with the effort, his muscles rippling as he raped her. Cool steel tendrils wrapped around Kazari, one of them coiling around her waist and rubbing her rear, while two more found her nipples and fondled them, lazily looping around her breasts. Finally he had his prize, and he could begin to soothe the burning lust inside him. But even after impaling himself inside her the ache of his member only seemed to grow, so he began pummeling her even harder.