PAH!
"AANGHH~~!!"
The first thrust back in hit like a verdict.
Celia's spine peeled off the wet rock, her scream swallowed halfway by the crash of a wave that foamed cold and white across her stomach, her breasts, her open thighs — and none of it cooled anything.
PAH! PAH!
"Hnngh~!! Aahhnn~!! R-Raven — it—"
Her words broke apart. There were no words left in the shape she needed them. Just the raw, split-open sound of a girl learning what her body had been built for, the wet rock slick beneath her arching back, the salt spray hitting her face and open mouth while something thick and hot and deep stayed seated in her like it had always been meant to be there.
'That thing he said. 'A slut.'' The thought arrived between thrusts like a fish slapping air. 'Is that what — is that what this is—'
PAH!
"HIEKK~!! Ahhh — aaahh—"
The thought died.
