[ Oh. That's right. That had been her promise, hadn't it? That her body was forfeit, a sacrificial animal sent for him to gorge himself on in the hopes it might satisfy him for just a few extra days of safety for Fragaria. She had made that promise expecting pain, debasement, humiliation and shame and had accepted them as her due. She's the Saintess, after all. What use is there for her other than taking in everyone else's hurt?
But this-
This is-
Her mouth opens in a gasp and her head drops back. She doesn't have enough presence of mind to even think about biting back a moan - and so her voice rings out, low and breathy and not at all the kind of noise that belongs to a proper Saintess. It's embarrassing and even worse is that her body responds so eagerly. She's already hot and her face feels feverish and flushed - and she can tell even if he can't yet just how slick she already is. One of her hands scrabbles to grip the wrist of the hand holding her thigh down. Not to push him away but to hold herself in place, clinging on as her legs shake. ]
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But this-
This is-
Her mouth opens in a gasp and her head drops back. She doesn't have enough presence of mind to even think about biting back a moan - and so her voice rings out, low and breathy and not at all the kind of noise that belongs to a proper Saintess. It's embarrassing and even worse is that her body responds so eagerly. She's already hot and her face feels feverish and flushed - and she can tell even if he can't yet just how slick she already is. One of her hands scrabbles to grip the wrist of the hand holding her thigh down. Not to push him away but to hold herself in place, clinging on as her legs shake. ]
I'm not- I'm not, but- ah- it's not- I didn't think-
[ She'd prepared herself for just about anything except it feeling this good. ]