She takes it without a sound, only the tiniest of flinches marking the pain.

He makes a thoughtful sound, tosses the last few scraps of bloodstained fabric down the nightmare stairwell, and then turns her around in the air and rakes his claws down her spine.

She takes a sharp, hissing breath, but does not cry out.

Tough customer, huh.

He bites the back of her neck with teeth grown into fangs, then spins her around again and does the same to her breasts, digging his claws into her lower back for leverage.

She lets out a brief shriek, then claps her hands over her mouth in terror.

"That's more like it!" he says cheerfully, and bites her some more. There's getting to be a lot of blood; it's dripping onto the railing and down the railing onto the floor and off the floor into the stairwell.

She presses her hands harder against her mouth.

He extracts his claws from her back, with an unpleasant noise and a gush of blood, and wraps his hands around her thighs to hold her up to his face so he can get his mouth on her crotch.

And—doesn't bite her there. Yet.

In fact, considered strictly on its sensory merits devoid of context, this part's actually quite nice.

???

Despite her hands still on her mouth, she squeaks in startlement.

He snickers, and continues doing what he's doing.

Pain she knows how to handle. This, not so much. 

She makes a lot of noises.

He seems to be entirely delighted by all of her noises, and eager to hear more.

And eventually, with a stifled moan, she comes against his mouth.

Mmmmm.

He wraps his arms around her waist and nuzzles her blood-streaked stomach, then slides a hand between her legs to finger her while he goes back to making a mess of her chest with his teeth.

She makes a handful of choked noises, then gasps, "Okay."

He removes his mouth from her breast to ask, "What was that?"

"I believe you that it's not a dream now."

"Heh. Told you."

And back to making her bleed.

She makes a handful of very conflicted noises.

He snickers again, dipping his tongue into her numerous open wounds.

She flinches, letting out half of a shriek before she strangles the rest of it in her throat.

Oh, fun!

This is a much less pleasant place for him to put his tongue, but he applies himself to it with just as much attention and enthusiasm.

She puts her hands over her mouth again.

He keeps this up for a while, fingering her and biting her and licking the wounds he makes.

Then he pauses, and lets go of her long enough to unfasten his pants, and pulls her down onto his—

—tentacle?

It explores her in a way very reminiscent of his tongue. Except much, much bigger.

What???

This is extremely concerning. ...Also hot.