Oh gods...! Emeriel's eyelids squeezed shut, every muscle in her face clenched in a fierce battle against her instincts.
She felt cradled in the beast's arms. Protected.
The beast adjusted its thrust, driving deeper, and Emeriel sobbed through the pain. Would a day come when he would take her in human form? Would the day come were being in its arms would be purely pleasurable?
Mere pipe dreams, all of them. The beast would be killed soon. Any day now.
Tears filled her eyes. "It's okay. Don't stop."
This time, the beast didn't go searching for her cervix, much to her relief. Something in her encouragement seemed to soothe his agitation. As if it, too, could sense her newfound composure, her genuine eagerness to please. Something shifted – the tense lines of its body softened.
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