The Setlas noticing and redoubling its efforts to breed her, spelled the final doom for Sonya. Under such an assault and with her tunnel growing more sensitive, the huntress had no chance to recover for her strike. Worse yet, her voice began to ring out the sounds of her shamed pleasure, moans and groans escaping her lips, despite how much she hated herself for it.<br/><br/>Sonya realised about the only saving grace here was that no one was around to witness it. No one would know of this humiliation save her and her assailant, it wasn't like he would tell anyone. Realising how futile it was to keep fighting back the pleasure, Sonya let out a loud cry of pleasure, electing to go with it while she had to. No one needed to know she subjected herself to this right?