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She growled at him. He wasn't sure why, but she wasn't happy. Her anger grew more evident when her hand flew up to his throat. He struggled not to cry out, not to scream for mercy, but he knew that would just make it worse.
Dhiate gripped both hips in his hands and plunged in. His entire body rippled, but with revulsion rather than pleasure. He didn't understand how other males did this day in and day out. It was just plain gross, but it seemed to make her happy. He felt her hand trail back down, and he sent himself back in, deeper this time. It grew harder and harder to stay with her. He wanted to pull away, wanted to hide in a corner.
It sickened him that he was able to do this, and Dhiate arched his back, pressing ever closer. He did this to please her and it seemed to be working. Again, and again he went in. His hand moved up her body, delicately tracing the lines of her muscles. They ran across her supple breasts and then over her shoulders. Dancing down her back, they returned to their original position. He sent his member in deeper, deeper, deeper and his moved his tongue over her golden body. He yearned to scream to cry out for help. This was worse than pain.
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