Little Goat Mountain transient

He bites against her hip when she jolts forward, anchoring her to the ground in the next instant. The threat makes her flinch and she attempts to curl into herself. When he threatens the children he is forcing her to carry, she feels a twist of her stomach, threatening to spill what may be there. Can she care for the hypothetical demon children he’s seeded into her? They are part of him left inside her, forcing her to carry and deal with and the thought alone makes her churn, releasing a slow breath. But they are still innocent, somewhere in the back of her mind reminds her, but she blocks it out. Accepting them means taking responsibility for this and all of her anguish is reserved for him.
 
As he falls silent, stepping over her crumbled form, she feels the heat he gives off and the drool dripping over her. He hooks his legs around her hips and she squirms, feeling the moisture of blood pooling against the torn flesh between her legs and smearing against her backside. But he does not care, pulling against her waist to meet him, reminding her of his control. Afraid of the pain he is about to impart on her, she struggles as much as her energy will allow—something she hasn’t done in so long against him—but her body drives her into self-preservation as her heat wracks her body. Her tail firmly clamps between her legs instead of sweeping to one side as she had earlier, but she’s certain she can’t handle the assault against her lacerated vulva.