He smirked at he bounced her teats and weighed them in his hands, considering what he'd customize her with, perhaps more artworks, or some particular nasty words....though the idea of demeaning the bitch that would become the bearer of his eggs also seemed cruel...for his kids. And her. Maybe. "Perhaps we will mark how many eggs your body can pop on them!" He teased as he bit on her breasts , his nails flaring some heat to scald a mark on her teat. "Mm-" he pulled back, looking up at her, her lustful eyes, her filthy, goo covered face. "God he wanted to make a mess of her some more. "He scowled however, the glare of frustration crossing his eyes as if she angered him suddenly, she felt his slap her breasts again, harder. "Bitch, collect my things, and prepare it for travel. Perhaps if you were thinking with your brain rather than your fat tits, you would realize if it done quickly, I may reward you!" He barked.