Vivian was still tense as his claws dug in to keep her in place. She felt him drag his length along her feathers and felt a moments thrill race through her as her little jewel was hidden beneath where the downy softness met her sex.<br/><br/>That was all pushed aside as he adjusted and she felt something hot and wide push against her. She tried to stay still, tried to keep her promise, but the pain as she was stretched to accommodate him was more than anything she had ever felt. She had been stabbed, shot, sliced, and beaten during training, but there was nothing to this pain. She ground her teeth together, trying to stop her instinct to pull away. His claws in her hips helped, but still as the head of his cock finally broke through her opening, she screamed.<br/><br/>She shook, as the scream pulled from her throat died down to little chirp like cries with her quick uneven breathing. She wanted to pull away, tears blurred her black eyes, but she fought them falling. It had to get better, she told herself. Everyone that was mated would brag how good sex was, but if it was like this, she would rather be tortured. She was close to fighting her way free, promise or not. She could still break free and run like the fires of hell were on her heals. If she got far enough away, she would be able to teleport, right?<br/><br/>But his claws in her hips, pulling her onto his unbearably hot sex, his girth stretching her to tear, all she could really do was breath, and grip the sheets at her head until they ripped under her claws.