Blackfeather Woods [m] i've known everything but this

Maybe this was it. Just a slow dance, a sort of awkward cuddle, and she'd come away from it with her belly all swollen like Relmyna had been. She could deal with that. She withstood it, and even began to enjoy it after a while; his affections only made her stomach tighter. She wanted more, but she wasn't sure what that would even be. What was more?

She quickly found out when he entered her that more was perhaps not what she wanted, after all.

Maegi drew in a sharp breath through her teeth, gritted tight together. Gods, it hurt! She felt uncomfortably full, and stretched, like someone was slowly tearing her apart (and she wasn't wrong). But she knew that if she made noise that suggested she was in pain, or didn't like it, that he might stop. And he couldn't stop. Not until it was done.

So she bore it, her face drawn, almost skeletal in appearance, her eyes wide and hollow. Tears once more came, though not of sadness, and they didn't spill. She breathed in time with his strokes—whatever tempo they were—and said wordless prayers to try to hasten the process.

She loved Mou, but she hated this.