It was just a peek

This Tyrant was one of the largest wolves she had ever seen. If it wasn’t for the Warlord of the Armada, he would be the largest she had ever encountered. Certainly, he would be the largest to ever mount her. He commanded her silence, and she wondered exactly how much this would hurt. He didn’t look like the type to take it easy on her. She squeezed her eyes shut and didn’t move, concentrating for a moment on her breathing. It was raspy and frightened, on the verge of panic. If she was to obey his command to not make a sound, she knew she needed to get it under control.

It wasn’t easy to do as she felt him move behind her. Felt the whisper of his coat brush against hers as he circled around the back of her. Having a large, hostile creature behind you was never an easy thing, no matter how much the training for it had been beaten into you. In the end, keeping her eyes closed only made it worse. She let them slip open again. She felt his paw bat her tail, and she held it to the side for him. He did not own her, but that did not matter. The strong always took what they wanted from the weak, and she was at the very bottom of the rung.

She sent off a little, silent apology to Briar and Artorias, feeling this was a betrayal to them. Even in that moment, knowing the pain and violation that awaited her, her thoughts went to them in apology. There was a delay, and her heart squeezed into an even tighter ball at the horrible anticipation of it. What was he waiting for - and then he was grabbing her. She couldn’t stop the small gasp that escaped her, and then she clenched her teeth together. Her breath escaped between them in a silent hiss of pain as his paw pressed her to the ground, dominating her, owning her. She shuddered as his muzzle brushed by her ear. His words a death threat. “Y-y-yes, My Lord” was all she could manage. Then he was pulling her head back, the position awkward and painful. Forcing her to see the pale, terrible gaze that held her. To see the cruelty in them, and know he would offer her no relief. Her wide, frightened gaze didn’t even try to hide. He would see how much it hurt the moment he began. How much it hurt with each motion. He would see the silent tears that escaped her hopeless face.

- Fade -

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