His upper body dwarfed hers, pressing warm and only slightly more yielding without his armor, holding her securely against the wall as his overlarge shaft slid out and worked back into her, repeatedly, without cease or relent. It was a bar of stretching heat within her, and she could feel her body responding to the slid of skin upon intimate skin, blood moving faster to heat her there as her breathing remained quick, fast little pants intended to relieve the pain of having him inside.<br/><br/>It did not just relieve the pain. It coaxed her body to quicker breaths, heightened touch and awareness of him, and though she was loathe to admit it, she could feel the tightening coil that he was demanding of her, that he was pushing her inexorably toward, and that she could not let herself protest. She'd given her word, and was bound to it.<br/><br/>Even as she was bound to it, she hated it, and could hear and feel the cruel, skittering glee of whatever it was that imbued the awful collar clinging to her pale and slender throat, as in spite of herself a little gasping whimper spiked up the back of her throat and out through her nose, feeling his cock push along that sensitive bud in the depths of her petaled folds.