Swiftcurrent Creek and maybe you're too good for me

She sucks in a breath as she feels Kavik stirring against her, shifting and wincing a little at the way her body aches. There's no denying their difference in size, and she regrets not considering that before fucking him. Even so, she can't help but feel a slight stir of desire as his muzzle travels through the fur at the back of her neck. She shivers a little, biting back the urge to sigh softly. Everything in her wants to melt into his embrace and forget the consequences of this, but she knows she can't allow herself that.
Instead she steels herself, sucking in another breath and tensing further at the other's words. Like I'm not ready to be a mother, The words are quiet but biting, edged with venom and bitterness — and hurt, too, for one observant enough to catch it. A panicked sort of hurt; a desperate why would you do this to me? She swallows, pulling away from him slightly with a hateful expression as her heart pounds in her chest. She isn't ready to be a mother — certainly not to his children. From where she's at now, though, it feels horrifyingly inevitable.