It was time to give in. His needy whispers and whines were too much for her to ignore- and her heart just screamed at her. Telling her to get this over with. And it was pretty obvious that running would only get her wounds and scars she didn't need. So- she gave in to the orange boy, shame flowing through her like her own blood. Her heart was beating at a rapid speed- and her breathes were growing heavier. But that all didn't stop her. Nothing would. No...she wanted this. She knew it.
Slowly would the young dame rise and stand before the massive brute, eyes full of shame and guilt. Slowly, she would press her chest up against his, and she would turn her body, tail dropping and falling limp. Her head would also fall and her eyes would slowly roll shut. And as he nipped her...those dreaded moans left her lips. She didn't even want them to exist and yet there they were. Filling the air constantly and continuing to leave her lips...there was no turning back now. And she knew that she'd wake up, regretting everything she had done to give up her hope...
