Cerul moves with him, as he requests, trusting in him. She hardly flinches at the mention of pain, nodding. She's a fighter, she's felt pain, more than enough. That, and her body is starting to take control away from her mind; she's no longer sure she could back down, if she wanted to. She moans as he touches her, eager with need. "Yes... please."<br/><br/>She flinches slightly, as he enters, forcing herself to not tense up, prepare for a blow, though it's hard to relax with his hands, his tongue, his kisses, everywhere...