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Tsareena is an arrogant species that vow to take on any worthy challenge, and to overcome those challenges flawlessly whenever they present themselves. Unfortunately, this can place them in positions where they, quite literally, take on more than even they know they can handle. Nonetheless, their sense of pride is rivaled only by that of Serperior, and even if they know they're out of their league, they'll hold their heads high and still do their best to pull through.
Though in this case, this particular Tsareena known as Valora is instead holding the opposite side of her body high as the man she loves takes full advantage of her nature, savoring an experience barely anyone has ever been able to take part in. Being the type of species they are, a Tsareena would firmly object to any sort of usage of her in such a manner, and given most women in general have objections in a strict sense in place against anal, this is multiplied greatly in her kind because of their mindset revolving the act being far too filthy, too humiliating and submissive, for her species.
Nonetheless, the man she loves has managed to weasel his way past her refusals, weakening her objections through means of relentless foreplay and irresistible manipulation to steer her into agreeing to the act, skillfully using all he's learned from his other lovers to do so. And thanks to this, the place all others would be brought close to death, some beyond by her kind for even suggesting to use, even if that request came from their lover, is his to relish, to take and train as he desires, and the experience proves to be worth the risk for the countless who've failed to obtain it.
The species known as Tsareena is one featuring a rear the size not many with an otherwise slender form could match, and despite their short-stacked size, it still manages to stick out in a greatly emphasized manner. Though with her otherwise small size in mind, while the meat of her hindquarters is bountiful, the space within is extraordinarily limited, meaning it takes a ruthless, perhaps even a bit of a sadistic approach for a lover of her mates size to force his way in and completely enter the crushing vise-like depths within her body.
Keeping her pinned down by the crown, which just so happens to be the only part of a Tsareena's body which saps their strength upon contact as an added precaution, her lover hammers his way mercilessly
into the clenching inferno that is her anus, savoring the sensation of her body trying to force him out only to cram himself ever deeper, gaping her insides little by little making the pint-sized woman feel as though she's being ripped apart with each thrust before feeling herself being pulled inside-out with every retraction, her walls desperately trying to refuse the foreign and girthy object penetrating them every second, and with each thrust forward, her insides objection is multiplied as her walls clench and push against her lover all the harder.
Despite the curdling intensity however, just as has been said, her pride and arrogance refuse to let her cease the act once its begun, and as a result of wanting to best the man mercilessly invading the place no Tsareena despite their nature would normally allow, she arches herself sharply, fighting past the searing sensation of her walls gaping apart. Anal is normally intense for any who try it, and the picture here shows how the experience, and likewise struggle, is multiplied greatly between the fun-sized species Valora is and that of her lover.
Despite this, she remains dedicated to her fight as it unfolds, and sharply arches herself high to grant her mate the access he desires, doing what no Tsareena normally would and offering herself based on
the whims of another, accepting the crippling sensation of her insides on fire in order to satisfy him and to be able to tell herself she could do it, that she could surpass the sensations and come out with her pride in tact, rather than being forced to admit to herself that, despite her attitude and countless victories, at the end of it all she can't even handle the size of her own mate, a satisfaction she had no intention of letting him have.
Nonetheless, her efforts can't prevent her from making her torment known during the experience as she repeatedly hammers her fist to the ground, grunting and groaning loudly as various profanities constantly escape her clenched teeth, her eyes showing the shock from the girth of her lover as the intensity forces her down all the more. With the echoing slaps of his, compared to her, massive
thighs against her equally massive cheeks, her mate still wells with satisfaction from such a woman breaking beneath him, her bottom bouncing and jiggling wildly with each impact as she sweats from the
intensity and curses from his size.
Not satisfied from merely getting the right to gouge and gape a hole no Tsareena would ever allow abused in such a manner, her lover proceeds to use his full strength to spank her with his free hand, the
first blow getting a sudden struggle from Valora before finding his grip on her crown tightened, sapping her further as another blow, followed by another is delivered to her stinging cheek, each with the same
strength, possibly more-so than the last. Asking if this was all she had to offer, her lover roars for Valora to tighten as the signs of her walls finally giving becomes clear.
Beginning to let out profane noises, her hole starts ravenously slurping on her lover's girth as air is forced in and out from the nonexistent space around his member, the sounds echoing around them as the short-stack woman begins feeling the full affect of her current situation. Despite all she'd done, despite her evolution's, here she was, being used and abused as though she were nothing but an inferior person, her body crushed by the phenomenal difference in size and weight between her and the man who was now making his authority all too clear in both her body and mind.
With each blow from his palm on her bountiful cheek, Valora feels the sheer size, the roughness and power it has as her insides are forced to accommodate his manhood, something relentlessly rooting into her mind just how much of a man he really was. Gradually increasing his ruthlessness the looser her walls became, her lover grips her crown in a crushing manner while the rest of his body hammers down upon her, driving the woman beneath him mad from the endless intensity of his energy and strength. With more and more air entering and escaping around his girth the more her muscles surrendered, his thrusts began sending fluids built up within her flying in all directions as though her butt was warping into her womanhood, squirting as though climaxing on its own.
Hearing and feeling the change, Valora flushes helplessly as her lover acts as though trying to flatten her with his impactful thrusts, roaring for her to keep on her feet and hold her butt up as he crushes her crown all the more, making her eyes roll on occasion as though about to lose consciousness any second. Each time she was ready to drift off and collapse, her lover would deliver another spank to insist she stay in the moment, affirming she had to fight until he finished. Feeling madness beginning to take over her senses more and more, the louder and more obscene her hole became, the redder Valora found her face beaming, beginning to flush and feel her pulse rise as time went on.
However, this was from a different reason. While before her heart pounded from fear and horror, it was beginning to beat against her will to the tune of his thrusts and skip beats from the feeling of his hand striking her, driving not torment, but euphoria through her body. This began to horrify the brutalized woman for a much different reason, as now...
She was beginning to enjoy it...
The brutal thrusts into her ruined anus as it further devolved, its widened depths treated only like a hole for his satisfaction as though the love between them had vanished and they had become mere animals. The searing blows from his hand on her scorching cheek, leaving blistering sensations as she was punished for thinking she was able to handle him, for thinking they were equal... Even his crushing grip on her precious crown, driving her to black out time and again between his blows... This too began arousing her...
This was the power of a man... Of her man. This was her place, her position. She hated it... Loathed it. How could he help her rise up so far, only to force her back down...? This was the man who encouraged her, who inspired her, and now, he was treating her so horribly, as though none of her progress had happened. Like it was all pointless. It was as though... She were still nothing more than a tiny, inferior Bounsweet, helpless to the one bigger and stronger than she was, still on the lower end of the chain while her own lover trapped her, preyed upon her. And made it seem as though all her evolution did was make her suit his tastes. There was no strength on her part, no respect from him, in this moment, he was just a man taking his woman.
And yet, this thought. Somehow... This one, single thought...
Deep inside, it made her yearn for something. For... More?
Endless screams that no Tsareena should ever make would eventually escape her lips, and though they had the sound of horror stained within their tone for the way her body and heart were being forcibly warped against her will, far greater was the tone of bliss and excitement in it from the thought of how far her... Lover? Her... Mate? No...
Her CONQUEROR would take her.
Squeeze her, beat her, gouge her, harder, faster...
This... This is a man and a woman in their rawest, most primal form. It's not about love, nor' passion, it's overwhelming power, relentless lust, total domination and absolute submission. It's take and be taken, own and be owned, claim and be claimed...