OOC here!
Lying on Revan's chest, head resting under his, seemed to relax the female. Her hand still hovered over her stomach, she wanted to move her hand to Revan's body but it still radiated to the spot. 'It hurts, Revan, everything hurts. And it's all you fault' Io closed her eyes and held him against her. Letting out a frustrated growl she held on even tighter, 'What can you do?! What kind of things are you ging to do, huh?!' Neither of the statments was truly questions, more acusations of some sort. Io was way past thinking straight, 'There is nothing we can do'. Her voice trailed off with a sob.
Io let go off Revan, pulling her arms around her own body. 'There really is nothing we can do'. This statment was tone as a question, she couldn't think of anything herself, apart from what she had tried previously. Looking down at where they were tied, she frowned, 'How long does this usually last?' This didn't happen with Iven, even when Sarajevo's litter had been conceived. She did not know what was to happen next.
While Revan perhaps thought this position was more comfortable, Io didn't she was slanted away from him, due to sliding off of his chest. His member rubbed against her raw entrace and caused her pain. 'Revan what are we going to do? she whispered softly.
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