Heart-Under-Blade grit her teeth, feeling the throbbing and swelling mass of male dominance filling her in ways that she hadn't felt before. No, not even once! Not in her 598 years had she felt something this enormous in any way! The vitriol being returned right back at her brought a different feeling to her, one of caving in, withdrawing to her shell, defense and protection rather than her constant verbal assaults. Kiss-Shot turned her head, looked off to the side and bit down on her lip as she tried to suppress the sounds her body so longed to make.

Pushing in at all was something of an achievement given how fucking tight the vampire was; perhaps it was something about her 'always staying in perfect condition due to vampirism' as mentioned during the fight earlier in the night. All the better; it only served to please, squeeze and grip Emerald's cock from every direction like the blondie's life depended on it. If she had one, anyway. "Nng... guyih!-" And so she cracked, letting out an utterly subdued womanly squeal, nothing like some king of apparitions should sound like.

Every inch that Emerald forced into her made Kiss-Shot tense up more in her refusal to give in, self-loathing when she failed at that and her futile attempts to avoid the sick pleasure it brought her. In a sense, failing made her feel even better, as it gave her an excuse to beat herself up over something. By the time she felt the tip alone bump against her sensitive, touchy cervix, Kiss-Shot's head craned back, and her spine arched, tits bouncing up against her folded thighs. Admittedly, it just made her squeeze Emerald's shaft harder. Everything her body did seemed to only serve her purpose as a dicksleeve better.

It's almost as if she was made for this -- but that's just pure conjecture.