The dog was vocal, moaning and grunting loudly on top of her. He was drowning out her small yelping noises, the pitiful protest against his intrusion. She blinked back the stinging tears unsuccessfully, feeling battered all over and trying to hold out long enough for him to finish with her. The open wound on her chest was still oozing blood from her accelerated pulse, and the back of her skull was beginning to throb as the bruise was repeatedly bumped against the ground. If she could just hold out a little longer, maybe he would tire out... or maybe she would slip into unconsciousness, and not have to remember this utter humiliation. Either way, her ordeal would be over, and she would know whether he would end her life as well.
His ugly words filtered through her dizzied mind, causing her a bit of wry mirth. Pregnant? That was unlikely at best; she had gone all these years without having a proper heat cycle, just her irregular and weak estrus. As she grew older and the cycle only lessened, she assumed she was infertile. She had heard, though, that emotional trauma could stunt that sort of thing, and a part of her still held onto the hope that she could be a mother someday if she found the right mate, one who could unlock that part of her. That seemed pretty foolish right now, as she felt the dog's hand close around her throat, his cackling laughter abrasive to her ears. "Go ahead and try... they couldn't be... monsters worse than... my father," she hissed between panting, challenging him as he drew his claw to trace her pulsing jugular. She would have bitten his hand, but she was feeling exhausted from the struggle, unable to react quickly enough. Her resistance was weakening further.
There was an intense heat building from where their bodies joined, and her breath was quickening, body reacting mechanically to the stimulation. They were going to be locked together by the canine act of mating, his engorged knot buried deep within her swollen vulva. She whined helplessly as he continued his furious rhythm, feeling her hips begin to move feebly with him. Conflict was rising in her mind, the repulsion and loathing she felt for the brute being twisted by the stirring within her. There was nothing about this sadistic dog that attracted her, but the deep bestial groan he emitted sounded like... Well, it revived the confusing emotions she had never dealt with toward Haku. It was the only time he had willingly touched her, the only time he looked her directly in the eyes without disgust, and the secret she had never admitted even to herself: it had aroused her back then. She whimpered again, her voice strained as the warmth began to rise within her. What was happening to her? It felt like something was changing beyond her control, drawing her back to the present. She did not want this, and yet... a part of her did. "Fuck off," she snapped suddenly, spitting at his face in a last ditch effort to reject him. She couldn't fight him off, but she could try to ruin it for him, rather than roll over and let him have his way with her.