What happens behind closed doors

What had just happened? Ikigai was bewildered, hurt, confused, but most of all she was sore. Deimos had taken her so roughly that she was left bleeding from both ends. It was his right to take her as he pleased, but she had never expected it to be like that. Especially not after their first time had been so... loving and sweet. It wasn't even something that she would complain about though. There was no going back on her decision. Ashen and Elysium needed this alliance. Just as she had always done, Ikigai would suck it up and do what was best for her people.

Being bloodied stood out like a sore thumb on such a pristine pelt, so Iki had escaped as soon as she was able and made her way to the lake to bathe away the blood and other fluids. Looking at her muted reflection, she could see that her lip was slightly swollen and cut. Deimos had mashed her face hard into the furs when he'd taken her. That wouldn't be as easy to hide. She'd just have to be scarce for a few days.

Approaching paws brought dark, pointed ears shifting. Iki's long neck curled to the side, her silver marbled gaze falling upon none other than Alastor. Shit. What excuse could she make up? She'd soaped herself up so the smell of blood should have been tamped down by lilac, but there was no hiding her split lip. She smiled faintly and nodded. "Hello, Alastor. I haven't had a chance to tell you how dashing the long coat look is for you." She quite liked the long fur on him and sought to distract him with her words.

"Iki"