You don't understand, I have to have the roughest, most violent sex humanly and inhumanly possible with this rrat or I'll die!
Elaborate
If me and the rrat aren't beating each other black and blue, mixing sweat, blood and saliva freely and giving each other restraint bruising, I will fucking kill myself out of sheer despair! I need the rrat to drive me to the absolute heights of sadism and the deepest lows of masochism, I have to do this to reach the fabled tender aftercare. Kronii will only psychologically torture me, this fucking brrat will make it entirely physical. I want to feel and inflict touch both painful and gentle, I want passionate breeding and raw hatefucking.
I WANT TO FUCK THIS RRAT
Give into lust
Lust isn't nearly primal enough
But of course. Chaos is the primeval state of the universe, the way things were and what they'll ultimately return. It's only right that she awaken your primal instincts; and it's also only right that you give into them, to feel as lustful as the first human beings, to make sex and reproduction your primary goal, the desire they felt when they first identified each other, started touching each other. To ravage, to dominate, to make that light, petite body entirely yours, to roar like an animal as you fill her womb with your most fertile seed and ensure that your genes pass on. That is your ultimate mission, your grand objective. Will you let it pass by? Or will you show her who's boss, throw her to the ground, tear her clothes apart with your bare hands, and destroy her completely until she's deliriously muttering in Cantonese in a puddle of your semen, her own pee and vaginal juices?! The choice is obvious, and there isn't one who could resist.
FUUUUUUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK I NEED TO FUCK THE RRAT