And Emeline lets out what is unmistakably a long, low, ragged moan. 

"Oh," Liath says. "You like that?"

Confusion flickers across Emeline's face. It looks like she's trying to put two and two together and coming back with five. 

"N-no?" She says, hesitantly. 

Liath sinks her tail deeper into Emeline's pussy, the serrations digging in deeper. 

"Really?", she asks.

Emeline lets out another tortured moan and closes her eyes hard.

"Why does that feel good???"

She whimpers again, high and ragged, and squirms hard underneath Liath -

Liath rides her, and blinks. 

Something... is not quite adding up. 

Experimentally, she drags her claws down Emeline's back, leaving four bloody furrows in her skin.

Emeline whimpers and stiffens and whines and gasps. It's clear that she's in pain, but at the same time... 

She's really, really clearly enjoying it.

Liath bares her teeth in an incredibly smug grin. 

Fuck, this is really just the best of both worlds for her. The more she hurts Emeline, the better it'll feel for her... 

The Bowers must have done this for her. 

There's still a note of confusion, though. Why is Emeline confused? 

She pulls her serrated tail back out of Emeline, cutting deeper into the walls of her cunt. Something isn't quite right... 

"Fuck," gasps Emeline. "Is this a scene?" 

She raises her arm in front of her, and a blackberry tattoo swims to visibility on her wrist. 

She blinks at it. 

"What the fu-" 

And then she looks back over her shoulder at Liath, laughs, and goes limp. "I - uh -" She breaks out into giggles.

Liath blinks, and then she laughs too. "You mean you didn't get a warning, the Bowers just sprung me on you???" 

Emeline squirms beneath Liath, wriggling hard. "Let me just get to my phone, I should be able to check my timesheet -" 

Liath laughs and pushes Emeline back down. "No. You're mine." Affection bleeds into her voice as she strokes her hand slowly down the cuts in Emeline's back. "You really had no clue?"

Emeline lets out a long, sweet moan as the cuts in her back are stroked, and closes her eyes again. "I didn't consent to this -"

A little flare of red light in the form of an X appears next to her head. 

Her head falls to the ground again. 

"... Fuck, I consented to a surprise, didn't I."

Liath laughs and kisses Emeline's shoulder. This time it sizzles. 

"You shouldn't agree to what you don't want," she singsongs. "Now you're mine."

Emeline flushes deeply. "Yeah, I guess I am." She exhales.

"... I wish I hadn't figured it out," she says. "It was - thrilling, to be stalked and captured and - claimed like this -" She flushes.

The knife in Liath's hand hungers. 

It's not sated. 

It wants more fear, more pain, more suffering. 

It says: We can take that from her. 

The penny suddenly drops. 

This is - it has to be - Madeline Selveria. Except her memories have been tampered with, no doubt by her own request. To offer herself up as a sacrifice. 

So in a sense, she really raped Emeline, it's just that Emeline had Madeline consent for her and that's okay because they're the same person. She thinks. The metaphysical implications are a bit troubling. 

She sits back and runs a hand through Emeline's (Madeline's?) hair. 

Emeline blushes and looks down at the ground. 

"I, um..." She looks away. "So what are you going to do with me now?"

She's not sated. And with Emeline in such a collegial mood, so obviously wanting it...

The problem is, she wants her to not want it. 

She looks down at the dagger in her hands.

"Ummmmm..." 

The dagger thrums in her hands. 

Take it from her, it urges. 

She lays the dagger against Emeline's neck, pricks the skin, and wills it to act.

And Emeline's memories slam into her. Of sharp, shocking fear, of pain, of mounting terror as she's stalked, the frozen helplessless of being brought down like a deer, the pulse-pounding astonishment of her body betraying her, the pain and pleasure compounding together -