When a huge, furred hand caught in her hair, Morigan shrieked, lunging forward, only to be stopped by her own thick, long braid. Her Thick, plush, brunette hair, which fell in cascades far past her hips, was her pride and joy... and this time, her downfall. She cried out when his clawed fingers tore at her britches, and struggled against the hand in her hair when she felt the cool breeze between her thighs. "Stop-!" she cried, hands coming up to claw at the hand tangled in her locks; she ignored the twinge of pain from her shoulder, the feeling only feeding more into her struggles.<br/><br/>When she felt his tip press against her entrance, her squirming redoubled. Then he pushed himself inside her, drawing a cry of pain from her lips. She was much smaller than he in his feral form, and, despite flirting and sparking her way through an amazing amount of people... a virgin. His shaft pushed inside her tight depths. He gripped her hair tightly, using it like reins to haul her head back. Morigan's grey eyes were huge in her drawn face, twin spots of color burning in her cheeks. It<i>hurt,</i>for the love of the gods.<br/><br/>She cried out again when he pushed himself harder against her; she didn't know how Kes'nal physiology worked, so as far as she knew, he was just getting bigger. She didn't know about the knotting; all she knew was that what had been uncomfortable inside her before was now painfully tight. She stared up at him, pulled into a painful angle by his fist in her hair. At his words, she shuddered in dread. "What are you-?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>