...oh. That's distracting. She forgets temporarily about all the bleeding and the feelings and strokes him through the fabric.

He caresses her cheek with the backs of his fingers. "Sweet thing, pretty thing. You're so lovely."

That's much easier to hear, when it's like this.

She pets at him for a while and then tugs a little impatiently at the fabric with one hand.

He laughs, and nuzzles her shoulder, and licks some blood off her neck, and claws open his shorts because he can't be bothered to take them off the normal way.

There is... a lot. He probably couldn't actually split her open all the way to her heart, but it's big even in proportion to his body size and he is twelve feet tall.

Oh.

She leans down and kisses the tip.

He pets her hair, very carefully.

She can't actually fit his cock in her mouth with her jaw in one piece but she can kiss it while she strokes it, at least.

He purrs again. The tips of his claws score shallow scratches down the back of her neck.

She kisses everywhere she can reach, glides her lips over his skin, touches him with her tongue.

(She’s never actually done this before. What a bizarre first experience.)

Purring intensifies.

"You're so pretty," he murmurs, petting her some more. "So precious. I want to keep you forever." His hands are warm, and his claws draw ragged red lines across her shoulders.

She moans at the touch of his hands and the cut of his claws. She has blood pouring over her back, now, but she can’t bring herself to close the scratches. She just wants to bleed and lick and rub against him as long as she can.

He is on board with this plan! Very much so! He keeps petting her, scratching lightly with his claws, running his hands over her shoulders and down her back.

"I want you to split me in half," she murmurs.

He laughs softly. "Yes, I want that too. But only if I get to keep you afterward." His arm snugs briefly around her waist, giving it a rib-cracking squeeze.