Salted [m]

His caresses mimicked the real Lecter's, making it all the more real to the Kesuk woman. She offered no resistance to him, her growls a purring mantra against his ribcage as she stroked her body along his. Even when he rounded her and gathered her into the strong embrace of his arms, she offered no resistance initially. She was swept away in ardent passion and desire for her shaman, and was wrapped up in the belief that this was Shearwater Bay, and "Lecter" was being instructed and puppeted by Sos, as he always was. It explained the dark fur, and like a dream, she found no reason to question it.

But something shifted in her mind, suddenly, and brought her back to reality abruptly. She realized it was the way he held her. The arms around her waist were too wide, too tight. The weight upon her spine was not Lecter's slight bulk, but a crushing, powerful force. The savage might with which he clasped her did not suit the lithe shaman. "Wait," she breathed through her fog, fighting to figure out what was reality and what was imagination. "Wait, you're not..."

If at any point Haunter thrust, he would find she would cry out with unimaginable pain, her injuries preventing any proper coupling from occurring. She struggled to break free, suffocating under his salted smell and understanding that it was not, in fact, Lecter who clasped her to him as she had thought. She had been deceived, her mind addled, her reason shoved aside. It was Haunter. Haunter was a strong and capable wolf, who would father admirable children, no doubt... But he was not Lecter, so Jinx could not abide this.

"Release me," she suddenly commanded, her eyes alight with a wild panic, her grief welling up as guilt. She cared only that this was not Lecter, with no concern for how her advance and sudden rejection might enrage Haunter. She so badly wanted to replace the babes she had lost that she had left her mind open to manipulation, and the mischievous loa had created this scene to make her unfaithful; it was all about her, and not about the poor dark soul grasping her hips at all, in her mind. She could not allow this!