"Like getting fucked too hard, you said." Scar watches him, the emotions playing across his face. He's going to pay for this later, isn't he?

So it might as well be worth it.

"What about both, Brigi?" Scar is definitely already hard from watching Brighella suffer so beautifully. He takes another burning bite of the severed arm he's holding before dropping it and shredding Brighella's pants off with his claws. He fumbles a bit with his own pants, one-handedly--he doesn't usually dress or undress while in this shape--before just tearing them open as well, releasing a cock the size of Brighella's forearm. He picks up the arm again, using it to smear blood over the head of his cock, for some little lubrication, then summarily grabs one thigh and yanks Brighella's legs open to thrust into him.