Pull me back under

”You really have no idea, do you.” His paws suddenly stopped, muscles stiffening beneath his thick coat. ”This is just a vessel.” Ears twitched, focusing on her voice that echoed beyond the raging storm at the entrance of the cavern. What in the hell was she talking about? ”Mar it however you see fit. It means nothing.” The pressure behind his paws increased, claws digging into her pelt. The expression on his face morphed, taking on a far more sinister appearance than before. “Oh?” His voice sounded like a hiss, tongue sliding through his bared fangs. “The symbolic scarification my family created means nothing?”  A throaty, guttural growl accompanied his words now. If her intentions were to piss him off, well, she was a winner.

She went on to talk about some sacrifice, referring to whatever setup she had going on the night he found her. Oh, that meant something to her? But his beliefs were make-believe?

He suddenly stood on his feet, moving to hover above her before bringing his body closer to hers. “Meant something?” He taunted, making a mockery of her statement. With a paw, he scooped her shoulder up and shoved her onto her back, exposing her belly and the fresh marking he left. “If your ritual means something, and mine doesn’t.” Lowering himself onto her Sephiran aligned their hips, pressing his chest against her with enough force to push some air from her lungs. “Then how come I can do this?" He pressed himself against her, not yet fully indulging. But there was enough pressure to signify what was to come. "And this?" One of his paws found the side of her body, claws raking down her side until stopped at the curvature of her dislocated hip. "And, how about," He added pressure, wanting to ensue pain on the already inflamed and injured joint. "This?" He wanted her to scream before his paw snaked its way between them, caressing the thin, soft skin of her abdomen. It was all meant to demean her further.

"Speech"