<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/43/c9/48/43c948cf0b58d06216639103d490754d.jpg)</div>Everything was perfect for Songbird.  Then in a blink of an eye, Hellhound ruined the moment.   It had not the desired effect,  that he was protecting her.  No, it has the complete opposite effect.   That she was not good enough to finish with.  Not good enough to carry his seed.   So profound is the act that the nimbus of a halo ceases at that very moment.  Her arms drop to her sides limply as she releases her ankles.   Of course, such means she does not grab her breasts and squeeze them together.    The sounds of intense pleasure that escape from her also cease.   He had just managed to ruin it all.<br/><br/>A concubine through would do as told.  So why would such happen.   Did it mean she cared that she wants him.   That he had just insulted her and she does this not because she has to but because she wanted to with him.    If more evidence is needed,  tears streak slowly from her eyes.  She turns her head away then, realizing that she is crying.   As he nears his climax and pulling out.   To spray her like some piece of meat with his seed.<br/><br/>Dark now the shadows gone,  the color gone.  Only his dark vision and the world of black and white.   Something has happen and it has changed everything.   The wagon has stopped moving.  For when she released her ankles her feet slip out of  the wagon wheel spokes and now flop listlessly splayed to either side.<br/><br/>Finally any hope of orgasm matching are done,  as her mood has been killed.   She could not even fake it in the moment.