Ravensblood Forest [M] lonely, lonely, lonely eyes

Nips turned to pinches and pinches to licks, irritating her whilst, at the same time, resonating with her. She didn’t like it, not at first, but resistance soon became acceptance. Whatever he was doing made sense—not to her, as a conscious being, but to her instinctual side. Which, being a creature with little connection to her instincts, her confusion all but tripled as she tried to make sense of something she knew nothing about. But she wanted to know—she wanted to understand what was happening, figure out why her anger was fading away even with her doing everything she could to keep it burning.

And things just sort of clicked into place.

First there came pain, followed by a whimper and a whine but no words—her tongue wouldn’t cooperate, the shock and realisation of what was happening working against her. She knew—dimly—what was going on, but couldn’t say it was something she’d ever expected. Well, sure, maybe someday when it came time to have kids of her own and continue the Gorgon line but now? And with him? No, no, no—it wasn’t right, it didn’t fit the image she’d once imagined.

Panic ensued and she sputtered out, “Get off, get off, get off—get off of me now.” She wiggled and pulled, trying her best to ignore the enjoyment she was getting from the whole ordeal, but failing miserably. Because despite it not matching what she’d envisioned for herself, she didn’t not like it—she didn’t not like him sharing the moment with her, despite his ugly face and overall shit attitude towards her. But even with these thoughts coming to light, that didn’t stop her from trying to get away; she wasn’t serious with her attempts, not really, as she continued to wriggle beneath him and repeatedly tried to pull out of his grasp.