The crackle of the fire was comforting and doing at least a little to ease her nerves, or at least it would have if her nerves had not been completely shot and passed somewhere beyond into the nerve afterlife. As it was Lyra was in a strange state of glassy-eyed calm, incapable of dealing with her current situation and so skipping over what would have been a state of blind panic to something else.
Her back and head were resting up against an enormous furred chest, her crossed legs resting on a pair of much larger crossed legs. She was ensconced in Rain, using him as a seat and very very close to him.
In fact this went beyond close, this was a level of intimacy that she hadn't even imagined possible, Rain's length was still stuck deep inside of her, her lower lips locked firmly around the
