Rainbows in Hell

The rainbow beast regretted nothing, taken by a man she just met and yet, felt strongly for. So lonely was her aching, damaged heart. She cared not if the hellion would use her, as long as he gave the sense of love her heart desperately craved. The feeling of being wanted, needed... was it not the same as love? After the deed was said and done, their bodies still tingling with the effects of pleasure, the Rainbow beast would practically purr in her throat as she nuzzled up to him, her eyes closed. How she had been longing for that feeling, though it wasn't enough.  It never seemed to be enough. But something felt... different this time. Rainbow would lick under his muzzle, an odd thing, considering she had to stoop to get her head lower than his own.

"The game was wonderful, Fenris. You play well." Her voice was a soft croon. "...but... I feel sad. Does this mean that it is over? Or will we be able to play again and again?" Again, that near innocent tone took her over, and the larger beast would lay down, rolling onto her side. "I want to play with you again, will we be able? Pleasssse Fenris?" She would beg, rolling onto her back to show her belly, tail wagging upon the grass. Please love me. Some part of her mind called. Please keep me warm... and make me happy. Bring me back.

"Speech,"
'Thoughts.'