Her sensitivity ensured that Anders' assault was very effective, despite her shock at his uncharacteristic behaviour.  The way he filled her, and now moved - Yolande's arousal grew and grew, and she began to move back against him, pressing weakly, then more hungrily, to his hips.  She had hardly any energy left after her session with the Priestess, and now that energy all went to her new excitement, leaving almost nothing for her muscles as she tried to pull free.  Even without her weakness, she might not have been a match for Anders - how could that be?  She'd always been stronger, but now... he pulled back on her hair, arching her body in one tight, pain in her scalp and in her spine as she was stretched ... and a fear in her eyes when they met his, as her husband glared down at her from behind.<br/><br/>And as his eyes held her, he thrust deeper again against her arched body, trapped by his hands in her hair, and he tore into her mind with his reminder of how she had shamed herself in front of the students, and all about the hobgoblins rushed back - the humiliation, the helplessness, the excitement as she was used.  As she gave in... as she was giving in now, her hips moving more and more, feeling Anders' cock filling her up so well.<br/><br/>His hand went to her pussy, then came back up, slippery, sliding over her face and proving her arousal in a way she couldn't deny.  "Anders, please, I..."  But he was so insistent, demanding that she confess... and even if she could have lied to her husband, she couldn't pretend he was wrong about this, which just made it so much worse.  As his hands gripped her breasts, and as she continued to glide back and forth on his cock, she swallowed, and nodded.  She had to admit it to him... partly because of how the Priestess had helped her come to terms with it, partly because she was just too ashamed to pretend, now.  "You're right, I'm ... sorry, Anders, I do... I do love being taken, hard... oh gods, I do, but... but how are you... how can you... be like this..."<br/><br/>Her arousal didn't wait for an answer... instead, the very act of admitting her shameful lust was enough to push her back up to a climax as she squeezed him, thrust herself back onto him even harder, crying out loudly as the wave swept through her.