Panting and growling like a beast, his hot breath fell over Rey as much as his demonic influence. He had an advantage in that his powers only increased when he lost control. All around the city he had cornered her in, people were subjected to the immense disrupting force of his soul's wavelength. Cutting the puppet strings of society and morality, and they had no defences like Rey. Not even her ability to sense it was an outside power altering them. But that was nothing more than ripples, while Rey was subjected to the epicentre right as she was at her most vulnerable.

Voices, her own, contemplating how likely it was she was pregnant. How wonderful that would be to be bred by this magnificent man. How the only reason it hurt was that she resisted what she should be chasing. How she was really a pervert who wanted this, who loved this, wanted more. Soon filling her head with her own echoing words chanting 'more.'

In the physical realm too, Asura was not done. He grabbed her head with both hands, smoothing her cries in a kiss with his inhumanly thick tongue sliding into her mouth. Claiming it entirely, unconcerned with retribution. So what if she bit his tongue? She had seen him catch a lightsaber with his bare hands shortly before. Forcing her to suffer intrusions of more of her body amused him. And if she surrendered to his desires, temporarily or forever? That would just make it all the more delicious. Every outcome was to his benefit- if she hated him more, he could continue the game of breaking her will. If she loved him, he could take full advantage of it.