Firefly Ravine [M] Pulling the heads from dolls

He was not gentle, but she couldn't be bothered to care about that. She had not expected a soft touch, just whatever was necessary to get the job done. She adjusted to his aggressive thrusts, legs slowly moving apart as her posture was made sturdier. Somehow, it felt better to her than past experiences, perhaps because there was a purpose behind it. A purpose presently unknown to her, of course, but no less of a reasoning. It was her body that had called for the deed, not her mind or, dare she say, her heart. It was nature's doing, which only seemed to increase the pleasure for her.

It wasn't long before she could feel herself growing taut, her walls beginning to constrict as her body prepared itself for the actual act nature had urged. Her sense of self remained lost, another low growl rumbling in the back of her throat. The notion of being tied to him for a short while was the one thing that had managed to encourage a response from her true self, annoyed, slightly, by the fact that she'd be left unable to depart from the scene directly after.