At the touch of beak to her neck, Miaren freezes.  One blow of that blade-like curve could break her neck or slash her throat.  She can feel the heat of the creature above her, trapping her as securely as a housecat would pin a mouse.  Her heart beats a rapid counterpoint to his - and she is painfully aware that it is male.  She is aware in the throbbing of her reddened breasts and in the soft moistness of her sex.<br/><br/>The intent of the thing is clear, and horror fills her mind.  She is sure that such a thing is not physically possible.<br/><br/><em>Oh gods - no - no, not - It's going to tear me in half!</em>