Blackfeather Woods Naughty baby here to tease you

It was in her weakest moment that she was attacked. She didn't expect it otherwise. She thought that, with her squirms, that she would have tired him enough to make it quicker, perhaps lessen the blow. But it still happened.

She shouldn't like it, she shouldn't like it. Her heat, the damned hormones pumped out of her brain into her body made her like it. At least, that's what she told herself as he continued to thrust inside her.
She moved herself as best she could in an attempt to jostle him from her before the knot formed, but only succeeded in rubbing him against her inner walls, another unwanted wave of pleasure burning through her.

It seemed like an eternity before she felt him spill, heard him groan. He whispered something in her ear, but she was sobbing too much to hear. She was relieved to feel him slide off, but it was the tie that reignited her fury. She turned to him, no longer caring which side of her brother he was now. She bit and clawed at him as best she could, wanting to tear the guilty organ off from him, to castrate him, or anything that would give her the same pain that he gave her. Nādrēsy! Nyke vēdros ao! Jaelan ao naejot morghūljagon! Morghūljagon! Morghūljagon! Morghūljagon!