Isalisk stared up at him, her mouth opening in realization when she saw him remove his own garments, and her body shivering about in terror of exactly what was to become of her from such an action. She eyes tricked down to his member before she began to squirm, such hindered away when his body and weight was placed against her firmly, his length pressed against her soft lower parts as her hands gripped up and to his shoulders, trying to push him off of her.<br/><br/>She was all too weak to even come near to succeeding, the painful need to be gentle that she may not make him bleed preventing her from digging her claws into his flesh. The surge of conflicting emotions, along with the strange heat that was building up inside her, was causing her teeth to cringe in frustration - The action ceasing only when she suddenly felt his lips pressed against hers, a sound of surprise coming from her throat as she felt the heart flutter from this one, simple action. The panic and fear faded away and vanished for this one moment, as if everything would have truly been alright, until she was reminded of the horror of what truly was going on with a burst of pain from below.<br/><br/>She felt him enter her, almost tear through a part of her with an indescribable pain she could not pinpoint nor comprehend. It wasn't as if it was the most painful thing she had ever experienced, but there was something thievish about the pain, alien and sad that made her yell out against his lips. She would not see the blood that had came from the result of this, but she could feel her own warm tears streaming down her cheeks as he continued to kiss her, her mind thinking it some sort of cruel game the Gods have decided to play on her. Her body flexed in its own anger, every muscle tightening in refusal to the pinching sensation. Her lips quivered against his own, whimpers being heard as she felt his shape fill her and intrude her chastity in such a manner, in such a place, at such a time.<br/><br/>As he began to move in and out of her, her gasps of pain continued with every thrust through her body; lightening up as short spurts of time progressed, but still present while another conflicting feeling rose up from her depths, one that was driving her mad from her morals and bursts of fright she was experiencing. It was a warm and uneasy feeling, something she knew had to be shameful as her hands desperately patted against his shoulders, as if trying to wake him up and realize what was going on, unable to believe he understood any of the crimes he was committing against her. Her chest was now pressed bare against his own, her legs moving about in their attempts to gain footing, as if they believed they could walk her out of this situation all by themselves.