Emeline stills, and sighs, and closes her eyes. Her heartbeat hammers against Liath's hand.

Liath's tail wraps three times around her thigh, and then the serrated tip comes up between Emeline's thighs, and grinds in against her soft satin panties. 

"What are you doing out in the woods in a dress and heels like this, Emeline?" Liath's voice is a low purr.

"I - was at a party, in the hedge maze... And I must have drank too much, because - the next thing I knew I woke up here, in the middle of the forest, still in my dress and heels. I didn't know where to go so I just followed the first path I found. I..." She swallows, and quiets.

"That explains the fancy satin panties as well, then. You must have been looking for some action." 

Liath grins, tailing her dagger down along Emeline's spine. "Well, you've found it."

"Nononono, please, no, no -" 

Liath grinds her serrated tail in against the satin, then lets the barbs dig in. 

The satin cuts beneath her pressure, and her tail presses firmly against Emeline's sex. 

"No?" She smiles wickedly. "I thought you wanted to live."

She stills. "I..." She whimpers. 

"... I'll do anything you say."

Despite all her whimpers and whines, her sex is very, very wet against Liath's tail.

"... Are you getting off on this?", Liath says, a note of wonder in her voice.

"No!", Emeline protests. But the flush that comes to her face betrays her.

... Liath laughs. She can't help it.

Of course the Bowers set her up with a masochist who couldn't admit it to herself. 

Emeline just flushes even deeper, and hides her face against the soil of the forest floor. 

"... Please don't rape me," she says quietly.

The dagger pulses in her hand. 

You can do whatever you want, it says. 

And there's that undercurrent of safety and approval, again.

... She must be pretending. That's the only way this could possibly work and be at all sane or ethical. 

So when she says please don't rape me... 

That's a request?

A slow smile spreads across Liath's face.

Emeline shivers and closes her eyes when she sees that smile. 

Liath takes a breath. 

She's already gone this far. Had her dagger draw blood. Pushed her prey to the ground. Threatened Emeline's life. 

And now she's asking to be fucked and hurt. 

That makes it easier. 

Her tail uncoils from around Emeline's thigh, and the serrated tip slips in against her exposed sex, through the remnants of her satin panties. 

"Beg me to fuck you with my tail," Liath says.

Emeline's eyes well up with tears. "No," she says. "Please, no, nonono, I don't want this, please -"

Liath brings the dagger back to her neck. "I said beg."

Emeline goes still. 

"P-please," she grits out. "Please... fuck me with your tail." 

"It's serrated," Liath says. "That'll hurt a lot. Are you sure?"

Emeline whimpers, but nods. "P-please... ruin me with your tail... destroy my p-pussy with your serrated tail. Make me. Make me scream."

Her tears stain the soil.

Liath exhales, long and low. 

Something she's been carrying for a long time feels like it's just fallen off her shoulders. 

... she's free. 

She can do what she wants to do. 

So she kisses Emeline's shoulder, just gently. 

"Shhhhhhhh," she says. "It'll be alright. Don't cry."

Emeline hiccups and shakes her head. "No," she says. "Nothing is - nothing's going to ever be okay again -" 

"We'll go slowly," whispers Liath, and kisses Emeline's shoulder again. "We have time." 

She grins wickedly, and slowly, gently starts to ease her tail into Emeline.

Emeline whimpers at the violation, her body clenching involuntarily around Liath's tail, and cries, and says nothing.

Liath sighs softly, and draws the dagger slowly down Emeline's shoulder. It sparks, heat coming off it -