What thoughts lurk behind those gray-sky eyes? He seems to be considering her truth, as he nips at her hip and brushes his head against her. She doesn’t realize that she’s been holding her breath until he mounts her, grasping her with an experienced hold. As the weight of him settles both on top and inside her, all the air goes out of the little unicorn with a sharp gasp. There is a blossom of pain that she hadn’t been fully expecting and the trembling intensifies as her limbs seem to weaken beneath her. Somehow he holds her steady against him even as he continues to settle himself within her and she grits her teeth, too full of her pride, to cry out or make a noise of discomfort. She is tense and unwilling beneath him, unable to think of anything but this shock to her system. Of the pain. She sees now how sex can be a weapon, how it can be used to hurt.
An unexpected gentle touch is given along her shoulder and as she feels his rumble, feels that rare affection, she loosens her tension slightly. The bite that follows is rough but that at least she understands from him. He begins to move, controlled and rhythmic, and she breathes heavily against the flare of pain again as his teeth cut once more into her skin, as he fills her with each demanding thrust. And just as she had found the sensuality in that pain, she begins to understand the pattern of his movements. She tries to adjust herself and moves back against him, discovering a way to alleviate the suffering and unearthing the unexpected pleasure waiting for her beneath. He’s holding something back, the thought dashes across her mind, as he buries himself within her again. He is an unyielding storm moving across her back, stroking parts of her she had never felt before. Despite the heavy handedness of his grip and the way he marks her flesh, despite the way he never stops his thrusts, she knows that this is only a small taste of him. This was Tunnel once more being considerate, holding back the strong river current, and even if he didn't realize it.... She did.
Her ears lace back against her head as she arches beneath him and discovers, unable to keep the small surprised sound from her lips, that it doesn’t hurt quite so much anymore despite the cruel inflictions he casts along her withers. In fact, when she moves like that and allows him deeper, he seems to hit a rather pleasurable spot. One that makes that sensation within her build until the pressure becomes as unbearable as the first sharp pain of his entry had been. His voice finds her through the haze, her name falling huskily across her shoulders, and she can’t help the raw noise that escapes her in response. It seems to give him notice, clueing him into what’s building inside of her, as she writhes beneath him and tries to find release. All it takes is that delectable whisper (“little unicorn”) as he sinks into her again and she finally breaks beneath him.
She reaches the crest of the wave and topples over it as warm velvety pleasure rolls through her body and she finally breaks the eerie silence around them, her cry echoing into the darkness of the cold forest. She can no longer feel the chill, dark damp strands of mane and flower curl against her dappled neck as her sweat-slicked body trembles while she gasps for air. Tries to calm the racing of her pulse as her heart slams against her chest. She had understood before how sex could be a weapon but now… Now she understands it again, in a different way. Now she can see why beings bend and fight and break for it, as the ride from such a high begins to calm and settle around her.
It is only he that keeps her standing, continues to hold her steady against him, as she trembles and melts beneath him with closed eyes, trying to make sense of everything he had shown her. And when she finally opens them, revealing the golden daze of gratification, a small lazy smile plays across her lips.
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