Panic was the first expression. The perfect blend of amazement and overriding fear as the he-demon and the cruel mistress shifted positions on the bed. She didn't understand. What was happening made little to no sense, but she knew that it was not as things should be...<br/><br/>Her jaw and tongue ached from their prolonged stress, and sweet heated juices seeped liberally from the dark lady's succulent nethers, causing her to struggle to swallow if only to keep herself from gagging upon them.<br/><br/>She could see Jacinda's face as her tongue continued to drive the woman's pleasure. She could see the dark enjoyment the woman got from her very own expression.. and she was well enough aware of what she said<br/><br/>The second emotion that registered was dismay. The sort that sinks in slowly. The kind that comes from knowing you have no options.. no way out... and that something terrible is about to happen.<br/><br/>This occurred as Drey aligned himself behind her. She felt his large, heated member come in contact with her tight, virginal entrance. Her eyes widened in that moment, all remaining color draining from her beautiful cheeks...<br/><br/>She screamed then; her eyes closing as pain radiated from her sweet, unvoilated nethers. She squirmed, unable to focus upon being 'a good girl' now that her abdomen became heated with pain at his invasion.<br/><br/>Briar reached down; her hands finding Drey's powerful arms and pushing frantically upon them as she writhed instinctually to escape his form, her beautiful feline ears now nearly invisible against the mess of her hair, her tail erect and bushy with panic.<br/><br/>She tried to cry out; tried to tell him to stop, but her mouth could not articulate words without pulling back her tongue, and her voice was muffled, then lost in Jacinda's moist folds.