Blackfeather Woods Naughty baby here to tease you

Her heart thuds against her chest, her body screaming at her to flee from the singsong voice that is closing in on her. If she had to admit anything to herself — and only to herself — it would be that it was not the act that she feared. Sex was good. It felt good. She knew what rape was, but it was not copulating that she feared. She knew that Sheogorath found that forbidden spot on her ear, and she knew that he would be clever enough to please her. It was not the act. It was the aftermath. She was in heat. Her cycle guaranteed that she would bear his children, her brother's children. From a family of incestous siblings and cousins, broken only by Bane's inclusion, her children with her brother would be twisted, either in body or mind or even both. She would not allow it for her family. She would not allow it for the sleeping children inside her. Potema snarled, her hackles raised, unwittingly allowing Sheogorath to hone in on her. But even if he found her, he would fight.