Dimly she realized he was marking her, leaving his sign on her in a way so utterly primitive she should be upset. After all she was above hickey's wasn't she? In all her life she had never let a man leave such a mark, only allowing polite kisses at most, more often just holding hands. Always so proper, so composed, no man had ever dared this. Diana felt slightly appalled that she should be so weak within his arms, yet she couldn't help it. When his breath caressed over the wet, bruised flesh of her neck she shivered, yelping at he used her hair again to move her head.<br/><br/>Her teal eyes glittered brightly in the moonlight, her silver aura keeping them from being in darkness in the night. "I....might have liked it..." she conceded, despairing inside. This was not how it was suppose to be. She was suppose to be in charge with him, yet he had swept her and control away. Her throat worked nervously at his words, coarse though they were, about a man having the courage to treat her just like any other woman. Perhaps, perhaps that was true, but she...normally wasn't divine, just hidden away, shying from anyone who would see too deeply into the girl she was. Above others, odd, different, the Goddess of the Moon was lonely indeed and this pirate lord thought to end that. Why shouldn't she? Even if she wasn't in control she would still have him.<br/><br/>She felt the urgent press of his arousal against her thigh and felt a blush go to her cheeks at it. His had was bold, caressing her body, cupping and tightening around one pert breast. She shamed herself by whimpering at that moment, unable to help the sweet fire that filled her veins as he touched her so confidentially. When his hand touched at the apex of her legs, cupping the heat of her pussy in his hand she squirmed back against the tree, eyes flashing, but with passion instead of anger and she whimpered again, a sweet low sound as she shook her head "St...stop!" This was too dangerous.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>She shifted on the bed, her eyes still half shut but a strange sort of heat seemed to steal through her bones, making her flustered and uneasy as she lay on the bed. Her cheeks fired with a blush as she felt her sex come alive suddenly, damp and hot and she pressed her legs further together to try and stop it. Such strange thoughts....her hands, caressing her own body, touching herself. Rebekah shook her head and mewled, rolling onto her back in the center of the large bed as she stared up at the ceiling and tried to forget the thoughts that filled her so suddenly. Since when had she been so...aroused? So sexual? Normally she liked sex well enough but it wasn't all that bit of a deal....<br/><br/>Only now it felt like she needed it. She felt confined in her skin, her sex throbbing, aching for touch and she mewled in frustration, torn between what she sensed her body needed and the fact that it had to be a little shameful at least. After all she wasn't in her own home she was...was somewhere. Yet the urges wouldn't go away, whispering in her ear, the image of her legs parted as her hand dipped into the folds of her sex to caress and assuage the burning heat that had so suddenly taken her could not go away. She bit down on her lip, noticing briefly at her eye teeth were longer then normal...like kitty fangs.<br/><br/>With a frustrated sigh she lifted her hands to cup her breasts, tender and full, encased in the gold of her part outfit. She nearly moaned at how good it felt to have that touch, her hands soft as her fingers stroked over the full mounds, her eyes fluttering shut as her head tilted back. Finally daring something her fingers dipped into the neckline of her costume, finding the hardening buds of her nipples and plucking at them, making herself shiver and whimper in need as the fire within her only burned hotter for the pleasure she ached to have.