11-07-2009, 04:17 AM
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| http://sleepyglow.net/rp/kae/epidemic.gif); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-top:226px; padding-left:25px; padding-right:25px; padding-bottom:10px;"> Through the humiliation coursing through her whole being, through the rage vibrating through her very soul, there began the worst feeling of all, more treacherous than anything Kaena had experienced thus far: pleasure. Kairo had never been kind enough to impart it to her; he had always made absolutely certain his ravishings were as painful and displeasurable as possible for young Kaena, but there was something different about Haku and the way he fucked her against her will—was it even against her will? The hybrid could not remember fighting back; she knew she had not wanted this, but she had not ever said otherwise, she had figured this was better an embrace than death. Better to lose her dignity than her head. It was almost like worship; he tore into her in an almost reverent manner, his body seeking the center of her being with more ferocity than she had ever experienced. It was like being eaten alive, devoured while breathing—all of that and beyond. And there was some twisted and ill part of the hybrid that enjoyed it, that dumb animal thing inside of her that recognized only the physical pleasure filtering into her body and none of the shame and hate that wracked her mind. It could hardly care that he wasn't wanted; it felt good, and in a few long moments her quivers had turned from fear and anger to pleasure, just as hated and unwanted as his advances and scorned even moreso since this betrayal was from her innards, the lizard-like brain inside of her registering only the sexual part of this advance. The coyote yelped again at the feeling of his teeth in her shoulder, reopening the already old wound back up again, pain seizing through her arm and down her ribs. The cry was choked by the rough hand on her airway, and the hybrid inhaled sharply, desperately after a few moments, hoping she'd pass out. It would be better that way; maybe then she wouldn't remember this, maybe then she'd wake up free of the memory of him, maybe then she would wake up and not remember how her own body had begun to betray her, quaking violently into him as he thrusted into her, a hated and unwanted tightness growing in her muscles. |