He didn't give her any time to catch her breath and it was pretty obvious Liam just wanted to wear his little slave out until she could barely move. She welcomed it, even knowing that she might be a bit sore before bedtime. Wouldn't be the first time, or the last with her master. He was aggressive, animalistic, when he took her, like he was claiming her body as his and only his, following the instincts of that wolf inside of him. There was no doubt who she belonged to.
Nyssa didn't fight at all, though her head bobbed from the way he was holding onto long, dark hair, continuing to screw her into the mattress even as the last shudders of her orgasm had worked their way through her body. Still, her master wasn't satisfied. She felt the strange, empty ache when he pulled his cock free of her spent cunt and her walls tightened a bit in want--but Liam had other ideas and he moved on them quickly.
Feeling him pull the two little vibrators from her ass, the shifter gasped and then sank into the mattress, her body willingly giving in to what was about to come. She was used to taking his cock in the tighter hole and it molded to him as easily as her pussy did, welcoming him into the heat after the first initial push. It was the slowest he'd gone and it lasted only a moment, then Liam was fucking her hard and fast again, fisting her hair to hold her head up. Words were still lost on her and the feel of two fingers thrusting up into her sopping cunt didn't help. She was a slave to the way he was making her feel, how he was pumping his hips into her hot, young body. No, she didn't want him to stop, she wanted him to keep going until he'd emptied his balls into one of her holes and left her barely able to move.
Her eyes were stuck on him, pupils blown in lust and her face flushed with exertion. "M-master," she stuttered out, fucking herself back against him. She was going to cum again, not yet, but soon, so fucking soon.