failed to dissuade his actions.

For plopping on her bed with her still in his arms, she was just inches from his lap. Purloined to become his property.

Should he release her, should he hold her longer? The decision could be left to his control but in the manner of being packing up against his pants that her face was inches to for the giant man, who knows if she'd be breathing longer.

Still, did her words fall on deaf ears. And scratches-

Treated like a personal ragdoll, the way her now submissive figure appeared had its obvious effects on him. He was growing arouse from the sight of her defeated and asphyxiated condition.

Just watching her busty figure make attempts to break out that chokehold was entertaining.

Nice and tight, squeezing so firmly like boa constrictor. Ensuring she was aware how exposed she was and incapable of breaking free from this barbarian's grip.

Even going far enough to tug her away from her stuff with loud growls leaving his lips.

The Witch was now the beast's trophy.

Not quite wise to have that voluptuous behind and vulnerable side back to thw feral large man. Barbaric in all.

Prowling towards her, wanting to exert his dominance, did the beast like a viper lunging at prey wrapped her by the neck squished against that form muscly arm. Locked in.

Come, let him see that face turn red and blue.

Squeezing tight too?

Not the furniture!

"Just cravings is all, I'm too intimidating nowadays."