ooc:
The bonds that tethered them together were tested within the seclusion of his domain. She had called herself one that would do anything for he whom she loved, but to what extent had yet to be defined. The Issum still knew nothing of her anger or the Family as a while. Only the grey would and her entangled in the complicated web spun by the Ancestors with Fate intervening. Knowing this…readying herself like this…could this count as a betrayal against the love she strove for? Did that kind of love even matter any longer? …did she even know what love was? Had she truly felt what was long ago described to her?
The air was still with a pause as the muffled approaching claws against the ground were momentarily silenced. Then a weight dropped against her backside, lacking the sweetness, the finesse of a lover claiming what was his. The entry was void of the garnish of endearing touches or words, just a dry, effortless slip into the moistened orifice. There was purpose, and that was all. In the moment that should have brought her happiness…them happiness, a blatant sadness touched the female’s face, drawing her ears back and lowering her head in undeniable submission. The Shepard had already fallen far in consequence to her actions…what was another demeaning step if only to spark some life into him. She would not beg him to reciprocate. It was not who the Lambda was. The Family were cold, calculating, logical in all things. It should not have surprised her despite his confession that t same behavior would be maintained turning mating.
Within her pitiful stance, she braced her weakened legs against the ground, letting her claws grab to the soft parts of the ground as an anchor whilst the rough pads applied friction to hold her still. So enthralled in the moments before, she hadn’t thought what went into the act of mating…only the physical bond that formed, that touch of another, the overwhelming pleasure. Without that now, she perceived only the physical, the actions that went into keeping her steady. It was…dull…but purposefully. Nothing glorious about it.