"No one's ever enjoyed it this much before," he says, digging his claws into her back.

"I'm special," she gasps.

"You're lovely." Rip.

Shriek.

Purr.

"Nnyess..."

He puts her down on the ground, the better to get really serious with the claws and teeth.

Any injury that inhibits her ability to feel some area or other or almost removes a significant chunk of flesh gets healed enough for not that. But she is so very enthusiastic about acquiring those among other injuries.

She is just delicious is what she is.

And how does she feel about being pinned to the ground and violently fucked?

Very, very positive.

Good.

He starts out ten feet tall, but pretty soon it's more like twenty, and it begins to be obvious how someone might die of this.

Wow, yeah. She stops holding back on letting her body heal itself.

Serafin is having lots of fun.

Lacey certainly isn't complaining. The experience is pretty bizarre, but not in a bad way.

Flesh tears and bones break. It's a very destructive process.

There is some screaming involved but it is a very different kind of scream than he's used to hearing.

It's a nice kind of screaming.

After he finishes, he shrinks down to ten feet tall again and kisses her.

Her head--almost everything above the ribs, in fact--is pretty much undamaged; she can totally kiss back while the lower half of her body knits itself back together.

"That was amazing."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it." Kiss. "It was interesting to be so thoroughly appreciated."

Kiss. "Ha, yeah, I bet you don't get much of that." Kiss. "Well, I am happy to be the occupant of a rare niche." Kiss.

Mmmm, kisses.

Kisses! "Is it going to up the interestingness-due-to-appreciation if I say that was literally the best sex I have ever had, and I was not a virgin?"

"Ooh." Kiss. "I'm flattered."

Kiss. "Well, usually I don't even bring up the masochism, and--even when I do, it's...not really safe to admit how much I can handle."

"Mm?"