An intimate gesture, gentle and persuasive. The gentle nuzzling, the murmuring and teasing, it was enough to nearly break her resolve all over again. She bit back a sob, trembling harder as she tried to hide her shaking and tears by pressing harder to the mattress.

It was all futile at his touch. As she came back down, still sensitive and aroused, she had no real 'fight' to give. His mocking words were punctuated by the muffled groan of pleasure from his roaming fingers, against her sides, her soft mounds, and her curvaceous hips. Karen tried to form words... it took almost a full minute for her to respond.

Go... to hell... She finally whispered as she pulled her head up... but she could not look back. He would see the pleasure and torment in her expression, the defeat and the weakness in her eyes. Karen turned her head away from him, almost bashfully, as she clenched and unclenched her fists...

He laughed into her neck when she finally managed to force out a response. She was clearly struggling, her groans and tiny shivers giving her away even as she turned her face to hide it. Still focussing on her neck and shoulders, the light caresses to her hips began moving back up her body. "That's not exactly what I had in mind, Karen," he said, his hands now rising past her hips and up her waist. This time, his hands didn't stop at the bottom of her shirt. His fingers continued their tickling caress as he moved upwards, pulling her shirt with them. At last, his fingers stroked the sides of her tits, mashed against the bed, her shirt pulled up over the large, round orbs. Soon, the soft caresses became gentle squeezes as his fingers cupped the outside of her familiar tits, squeezing them together underneath her, dragging her nipples over the slightly rough texture of her blanket.

N... no... Her protests were in vain; his hands caressed every curve of her like a lover, drawing out weak groans and moans from the helpless woman. Karen shook her head, desperate to do anything... to escape, to fight, but it was no use. Slowly his claws moved up, familiarly grasping her glorious mounds, and she began to moan in earnest.

Overly sensitive teats slid against her blanket, quivering tit squeezed together between his palms and ground against his scaly skin. For a minute Karen couldn't think of anything else, just the raw sensation of his touch, and her hips rose as she reflexively arched. God, he was too good... too skilled... and he knew exactly what to do to make Karen his toy...

Karen was broken... it wouldn't take much to shatter her completely. She lay there, his cock buried so deep inside of her that every pulse sent shivers down her spine. His scaly hands continued to toy with her fleshy tits, the mounds pushed down into his hands and letting him abuse her without mercy. It wouldn't end, and more and more of Karen's mind slid into the abyss of sexual torment and bliss.

When his hands slipped away, her mind was almost disappointed. She was beginning to arch against the sheets when she was flipped over. Body flopping over, her eyes were half-closed and staring aimlessly into space. She couldn't think, couldn't move... she was laid out, a precious prized catch. One he would enjoy... enjoy for a very long time. Some slim part of her still attempting resistance knew it was futile; it had barely begun, and she was already ready to sink completely into his sordid control. He had hours and hours... if he even bothered to stop at dawn.

And until he stopped, if he ever stopped, Karen was naught but his slave. Her freed hands still laid above her as he lowered his head to her prominent breasts. Her doom approached... as her nipple, her areola, was caressed and seized by his tongue, Karen's haze was broken.

O-ooh... A-AH! Oh GOD! Twin tears ran down her eyes as her entire tit was taken into his lizard mouth, his tongue still tormenting it. Ragged, desperate gasps and moans now, her legs kicking reflexively, her knees bending and spreading instinctively. She arched her back as he sucked, her thoughts shattered and her body only wanting more... so easily, he found ways to shatter her, break her anew; like this, he showed his mastery of her, his ownership of her body and soul. Already, she was on the edge of a mind-shattering climax...

Karen wept in pleasure and bliss, her back arching as she felt his teeth pinching and grazing her breast. It was true... her exercise and training kept her in shape, but it wasn't raw strength or toughness that it gave her. It only made her all the better for him to ravage and use for his pleasure.

Her breath had caught in her throat, eyes wide at the sensation of his teeth grazing and toying against her soft flesh, the fear stroking up and down her back only running more and more adrenaline and sensation through her. He was toying with her tit completely, swallowing it in his devilish mouth to surround it in his hot breath, wet saliva, and hungry tongue.

She didn't need to arch much longer, his arm slid beneath her, pulling her higher and holding her body up like a delicious treat. Her other quivering mound, shivering atop her chest, bulged between his fingers, rasping against his scales as he used and groped it. Her toes curled, and she let out another pleased groan despite herself. So much of her needed it... more, and much more. Pleasure was building, a climax threatening, and her body was quivering and wriggling in his grasp... and not to escape, but to be used and fucked all the more.

Karen could only squirm and mewl and moan, her toes curled and her body snared with the pleasures and bliss he worked over her. Slowly, his teeth scraped along her tit, making her cry out again in pleasure! O-ooOh! That... Her words cut off, a disappointed groan escaping her as he pulls away.

As tears slid down her cheeks, she trembled in frustration. She needed to be fucked so badly... she was struggling, desperately, not to beg for it. Slowly, he was working her up to a sexual frenzy. Her back couldn't help but arch into his hands, squeezing her mounds harder into his palms and fingers. He was still teasing her... toying with her... and she was helpless to resist.

As she felt her tits pulled downwards, as his hot mouth trailed over her vulnerable body, she finally began to whisper in a pleasure-filled, raw tone. Please... oh... god... please... I-I can't... Her thighs began to slide open and closed, sexual fire wrapping through every part of her. Wrapping around her nipples, down her bulging breasts, spiraling out from her belly... it wrapped around her long legs and trembling arms, binding her body and soul as surely as they were chains.

Her peaks seemed to explode with bliss, moans loudly escaping her lips now. Eyes tightly shut, the shapely martial artist arched into his rough hands. Plentiful tits were mashed about in his palms, trapping them firmly. She couldn't escape this prison, this abyss that was swallowing her soul... achingly hard teats were caught in his mouth, shockwaves exploding through her. She nearly came, from his powerful sucking on her teats, from the constant, rough mashing over her titflesh, claws poking, imprisoning, and folding her mounds.

Karen shrieked as she began to buck beneath him... she was approaching her limits, and her mind was spinning with need. Ragged gasps were escaping her, head tilted back as she bucked with every pull and lick on her nipples. Tears streaming down her cheeks, she began to beg softly, in a desperate, raw whisper. Please... oh god... please... I can't take it anymore... f-.. fuck...

Poor Karen had broken fast, his continual assault on her sensitive breasts and shapely body leaving her desperate for the release he was building up.

But that release was not coming. Her thighs gripped him desperately, as if she could pull him in to finish her off just like that. She wouldn't be given that mercy. Her mounds squeezed together roughly, delicately bulging in his grasp, aching, hard teats dancing in his mouth.

Karen was sobbing in sheer bliss, back forced into that arch that offered up her plentiful flesh to his voracious mouth and hands. And when she thought there was nothing more he could do to her, no greater heights her sanity could be tormented with...

He stepped it up even further. Now lightning erupted over her quivering flesh, tiny pulses sending, literally, electric sensations through her soft skin. N-no, p-please!! Karen screams out, a raw, desperate sound of pleasure and shock. Surely, Karen was going mad. The broken warrior was going to go completely insane from this! Her mouth hung open, her eyes roll back into her head, and she reflexively arches even deeper, thrusting quivering melons into his palms roughly, into the source of this insane sensation...

Karen's very sanity was on the threshold, her very soul threatening to shatter under the lustful monsters' terrible attentions. Rougher and rougher, his hands worked, kneading and molding ample globes. Ragged gasps escaped her lips at every squeeze, every pulse through her skin, leaving her breathless and senseless. The young warrior was certain she was going to black out before long... a reprieve from this nightmare? Or a submission that would leave her utterly vulnerable to anything he desired...

It was that fear that kept her fighting, kept her wide-eyed and awake... even if that struggle could drive her mad. And it might, as that tail slid into the soft, narrow valley formed by her thoroughly-abused breasts. Karen could only bite back a sob as the familiar, gentle sensation of his scales were felt once again.

Now, incredible sensations bombarded across her entire mounds, wrenching new howls of pleasure from her exhausted body. Karen was was struggling to breathe, to think. Rougher, now, her breasts aching in shameful pleasure, the sharp sensation of his gentle nips causing her whole body to twitch and shake. She quivered more under his palms, bulging between his claws as his fingers dug into plentiful mounds.

Her calves began to rub in against Saur's side, then suddenly tightened. Tits dragging against his scales, abused and mashed by his hands, and hard peaks by his mouth and more... it was too much, and again Karen broke. She no longer had the strength to scream, but her moans and gasps carried plenty of delirious desire to his ears. She quivers and bucks, arching and thrashing weakly beneath him, a second climax shattering the warrior's will...