Talon's HP: 58
To Hit: 1 (this dice rolling program really favors the extremes)

Talon quickened his thrusting, lubricating the tomboy's cunt with his precum. She was still very tight, which made sense given her current situation. His hand snaked its way up to her chest. He squeezed her breast, wanting to violate her as much as possible. There wasn't much there, but he really didn't mind small breasts. A woman was still a woman after all.

He purred in ecstasy, the sexual pleasure acting as an effective painkiller for all the wounds she had previously inflicted. He casually tilted his head back when she attempted to bite at his face and continued violating her tight cunt. “Don't.” he said plainly, putting his other hand on her face and pushing her head into the ground like she was a dog. “You're already finished. There's no point in fighting back.”