Holy shit. 

It's delicious. 

Emeline whimpers beneath her. 

"What just happened???", she cries plaintively.

Liath pats her head.

"Nothing you need to worry about at all, delicious sacrifice."

She can't help but let a little of her amusement bleed into her voice. 

She drives her tail back deep inside Emeline, and grins, and strokes her thumb across the branding-mark on her shoulder.

Emeline lets out a beautiful clear note, a melodious sound and yet an anguished one. 

"You're fucking with my head!", she accuses. "Is it not enough for you just to rape me???"

Liath can't help it, she laughs. 

"Got it in one, sweetheart," she croons. And then she kisses the branding-mark again, and sighs with a smile. 

Her tail starts to build a rhythm inside Emeline's sex, blood staining the serrations on it as it pumps away inside her.

Emeline's musical moans ring out through the forest as she's violated, her whole body tense and shuddering with each painfully pleasurable stroke, her hips juddering against the forest floor in jerky motions.

She doesn't seem to be managing to stay very coherent.

Liath slows her pace. She can afford to take her time. 

She smiles, deeply and genuinely. 

What a gift. 

What a treasure. 

What an honor. 

She finds her free hand wandering down to her own pussy.

Emeline shudders, and manages a half-hearted "Fuck you!"

Liath just rolls her eyes and keeps her pace steady.

Her hand against her sex pumps to the same rhythm as her tail, and she lets out a low moan of her own.

"Fuck, you're getting off on this???"

Liath grins. "Yeah," she says. "Yeah, I am."

It's incredible. At any moment she could tell Emeline the secret and then it'd be right back to her wanting to continue anyway. She's seen it happen once; there's no way she'd want to stop again. 

For all the invective that Emeline is tossing at her... It's really, really clear where her heart lies. 

She kisses her shoulder again with a sizzle.

"You're beautiful," she says softly.

Emeline just closes her eyes and lets out a hiss of pain.

Laith speeds her tail's pace, and pulls her fingers free of her sex. She doesn't want to come just yet. 

She wants to see this beautiful girl come undone beneath her.

It doesn't take long before Emeline's increasingly warm cries build to a crescendo, and then stop as she grits her teeth against orgasm.

"No," she says softly. "No..."

"I think my line is "Oh, yes.""

Liath traces her hand back over the scratches her claws have left on Emeline's skin, and the burn marks as well. Her tail maintains the same steady pace, blood dripping off it and onto the ground. 

She wants to see it so badly.

Emeline closes her eyes, digs her fingers into the dark soil of the forest floor, and does her best to hold on - but it's of no use. 

She comes, entirely unwillingly.

Liath draws her blood-soaked tail back out of Emeline's sex, and strokes her hand slowly through Emeline's hair. 

"This is all a scene, you know," she says quite casually.

"Don't play with me, you asshole!'

Liath rolls her eyes and smiles. 

"Who's the one who just came?"

"FUCK you!" 

Madeline squirms under Liath, trying to throw her off -

Liath just holds her down. It's not even hard.

"Admit it. You enjoyed it."

Emeline's cheeks burn and she shakes her head. "N-no, no way, I didn't - I couldn't -" 

Liath pats her head. "You're cute when you try to deny it."