Greatwater Lake Unmendable Heart

There was some pain, naturally. It had been a little while. And the male was eager to get on with getting it on, so Miyako steadied her legs and bore the brunt of his thrusts, waiting for the moment where discomfort blossomed into pleasure.

It happened quicker than she anticipated, and she found her eyelids fluttering with the sensation, a sigh leaving her lips.  She felt his teeth sink into her nape and rumbled deep in her throat, a sound not of protest, but instead satisfaction.

"You don't fuck around," she growled, letting out a breathy "Fuck!" at a particularly hard thrust.