[mature] Je n'ai jamais eu besoin de toi

[Bardot]

Bardot

I know what sin is

It is her first taste of true darkness and she bathes in it as much as she chokes on it. Something in her recognizes how abnormal this was but she ignores it, pushes it down, reminds herself that nothing can be taken if it was already freely given. He releases himself into her and she can feel the sting of wounds across her back, can feel the drip of his blood as it slides down the spiral staircase of her horn. Her nickname growls against her skin and she follows where he leads, finding her own release while never forgetting every dark promise she had made as he tried to break her. Part of her had hoped to end up tucked into his broad bruised side. Part of her had wanted another hour of grooming, of that sleepy safety she had found in him earlier. Instead, the moment he steps away from her… She destroys him. She lunges at him like a feral wildcat, her teeth tearing at any bit of flesh she can grab hold of. With the help of her horn, she corrals him away from her until she has better traction in the shallows. On steadier ground, she unleashes on him. Hooves, horn, and teeth fly at the stallion in a spray of violence, punishing he who had dared to mark her. She lays waste to the man who thought he could simply shatter her by exposing her sin for all to see. You cannot break what is already broken. When her anger begins to finally ebb, she stands trembling before him. The tip of her horn presses into the soft flesh of his exposed throat and bleeds from the small cut she leaves there. “I do not belong to you.” She spits like the Amazonian she is, reminding him (reminding her) what this was. And then with a splash she pushes past him on to the riverbank, her head held high despite the way her soaked mane curls against her neck, despite the blood dripping down her sides and knowing not all of it was hers. Without another glance she slips into the foliage and slinks away, all the while trying to deny just how much trouble she had gotten herself into.

They may call me a sinner, but I am at peace with myself;

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