Maddie's hands shot up and playfully slapped Cassiopeia's ass.
Not gently. The crack echoed off the marble—sharp and resounding—and the impact sent waves through Cassiopeia's full cheeks, rippling upward through her body and making her gasp around a mouthful of nothing. Another slap, harder this time. The sound was meaty and real, leaving a faint pink bloom on her pale flesh.
It was quintessentially Maddie. She couldn't simply lie there and endure it—even while being pushed to the brink of incoherence, even as her thoughts began to fade, she needed to touch something, needed to contribute, needed to be part of the chaos rather than just its object.
So, she spanked the woman above her with the desperate energy of someone clinging to the last remnants of agency while a dragon dismantled her from the inside out.
