"I am glad~! I am so happy~!" She cries out, arching her chest into his strong hands. Her sane mind was gone and all that was left was the pleasure and animistic nature of mating. Everything was a blur, his words, groping and squeezing as well as his pounding.

Even if they were in a blur, his words pushed her more and more into pleasure. She wanted to get pregnant, even if it was just for him and not because of her instincts. Her nails digging into his back in an vain attempt to hold on for dear life. She loved every minute of it. If she could feel anything else other than pleasure, she would feel a small sense of pride as he praises her.

She starts getting more and more vocal as he starts to take her faster, harder and a lot more wildly. If there was pain, she wasn't feeling it. She couldn't hear his warning... All Leanne could react to was the sensation of being filled with his seed again. A sensation which triggered her own orgasm, her nails scratching up his back as she cums.