The snap to his muzzle caused the beast to hesitate for the briefest moment, but it didn't seem to cause any shock or change of thought. His white hand rose to touch the blood left there. She ran her tongue across one tooth to clear away the metallic taste. She hadn't won, but she'd managed some revenge. She almost thought of laughing.
Until the sharp pain of a strong slap to the face shocked her into stillness.
He gave commands, and all she could do was nod vaguely in his direction. The abuse caused a stunned moment without thought. It didn't last long. He gave his name, and she could feel his fingers as they cast away what little clothing she wore off to the side. Of course she fought against him. The end was inevitable, but she could try to delay it for a long as possible. Even that lasted briefly. The man above her seemed to enjoy the fight. It ruined her desire to tussle.
She grimaced and kicked her legs at him as he grabbed bony, tan wrists in an attempt to stop the struggle; it did manage to lessen physical force used, much to her displeasure. Without acknowledging what appendage pushed against her thigh, they tensed, making the work of prying them apart more difficult. In the end, it was a futile disaster of a decision. The width of his hips kept them apart as his need found hers, the ultimately satisfying pressure against her lower body drawing the faintest noise of pleasure from the doggish female. It was cut short. This wasn't Bartholomew. There was no time to take a bit of comfort from the rhythmic creaks of the worn bed.
He just kept a grin and entered again, nothing like her more gentle lover. The subtle, building pain of the force caused her mind to twist to childhood, when first encounters had hurt at some ungodly degree; maybe she exaggerated the memory, but she didn't exaggerate the now. Pale pink eyes squinted away a stinging sensation and fingers curled against padded palms. In one final valiant attempt to 'deal' with what was soon becoming a desired situation, athletic legs kicked out at her assailant. "Lejos de mí, de cerdo asqueroso!"
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