Even more than the violence, the slow-increasing pressure bordering on pain of this act began to press her mind to the fore of the divine veil that hid her from herself. Pressed forward against the table, Atnorsa let out a low groan, her untried body beginning to give unwilling way for this, the first press of a man's shaft into her vessel.<br/><br/>"Naahhy... Ngh! No!" Her body twisted under the press of his hand, muscles in her pale back rippling visibly and palpably under her translucent skin, her free hand tightening into a hard fist that swung suddenly up and back, aiming to crack against the big man's jaw even as she felt the sudden sharp and warning twinge inside of him coming up against her hidden maidenhead.