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The sudden pressure broke a small whine from her. Angered by the show of weakness she grew still again, even as a particularly painful jerk rode through her body. She didn't care what he wanted, just that she didn't want to give it to him, and was fighting the best that she could, even when she was forced to give up so much. Her body ached in pain, the laughter grating on his nerves. Such a low beast, yet he had managed to take her and rutting against her as if she was some common animal. Amy would never forgive him for that. She would never forgive anyone for thinking that she could be used in such a way without consequences.
The swelling sent a shock through her. Too late Amy realized what this could mean, remembering the scent her body had born. Usually she ignored being in heat, pushing it away and moving on as if there was nothing more to it. She wouldn't be a slave to her instincts. He was though, and his actions could have terrible consequences. Calming herself Amy decided to ignore it. It couldn't happen. Not with someone like this. He was too weak, too stupid.
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