Pah.
"Ahhh! God, it hurts—stop, please stop!" she wailed into the wood.
The wet, echoing sound of his hips slamming against her soft fur filled the hall.
He only drove deeper, hands locking on the thick flesh of her hips so every stroke made her heavy breasts swing and slap wildly against the wood.
Slap, slap, slap.
"Ngh... ah... mmh, fuck..." Her protests began to dissolve into wet, pathetic moans against her will. "No... I shouldn't... ahh...!"
Lord Veyne rose, shuffled over, and fed another blue pill between her trembling teeth.
He held her jaw shut until she was forced to swallow the chalky dust.
"It will take a little while for your body to adjust," he said mildly. "But you will learn to open up without all the fuss, won't you?"
"I won't... I swear to the gods..." she sobbed, her voice cracking miserably.
The barbarian finished inside her with a low, guttural grunt.
The second took his place without a second of downtime, slamming into her wet heat.
