There's the sharp pain, familiar, but different from precise sting of Saya's fangs, instead something rougher, and more like he expects, and Red Son goes tense, tight around him, and like he wanted, she screams, claws digging into his back, legs tight around him. "MK! M-M-Mnnnkc." The hard consonants hard as Red Son's vision blurs and voice starts to crack as her voice gets loud enough to echo out into the night sky.

Her hips moved to meet him as best as she could, but it was hard to keep up the brutal pace, and she didn't ever want it to stop, and yet desperately wanted to reach the end she was so close to. Jolting each time he slams into that spot.

And then there is that whisper, those promises, and its too much, its all far to much, her body arching, head flying back with 'mine' ringing in her ears, screaming cutting out partway as she screams herself hoarse, cumming hard as white splatters between them, body tense and tight as intense pleasure rocks through her.