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his claw pushing at her, cooler and smoother than the rest of him, as he worked his finger back and forth and finally withdrew.
    His face was a mask of determination and unhappiness, but there was heat there too, and that heat increased as he brought up his hand and breathed in her scent.  He looked at her in the firelight for a long time as she shivered, and then he reached for her.
    Again she bit back a strangled wail of fear and misery, but again, his hands on her stroked and petted until she relaxed to him.  She jumped when he touched her breasts and after a slight hesitation, he touched them again, rubbing his palms slowly across her until the friction raised her nipples painfully erect.  There was a warmth kindling in her belly, familiar and wholly unwanted.  She did not desire this creature, but discovered to her horror that the body doesn’t always need desire.  She thought nothing could be worse than being taken by force, but that was before she realized that he would not have to force her.
    She moaned, and it seemed to her ears that the sound held more of arousal than of dismay.  He heard it too, and his voice rose with hers in a powerful thrumm.  He moved his hand between her thighs and she parted without conscious thought, feeling only the hot throb of physical want.  His wings snapped out above her and then the hard/soft weight of his furred body was on her and the hot, slick steel of him was pressed hard against her.
    He braced himself on one powerful arm, lightly cupped her hip in his other hand, and cautiously pushed inside her.  Olivia locked her jaws on a scream of pure panic, and made no sound as she felt every slow inch of his cock filling her until she thought she would split open.  Back and forth, he moved, testing her as he had with his finger, forcing himself in deeper and deeper until at last, their hips met.  He lay sheathed and, for a moment, that was all.  She was not a virgin, but nothing in her limited sexual life could have prepared her for the sheer size of him, or for the sensation of his powerful body and soft pelt rubbing over her breasts and belly as he began to move. 
    Warily, he thrust at her, working the full length of his cock slowly in and out with growing confidence until her body rocked with him.  When he seemed satisfied that she would neither struggle nor start crying, he lowered himself from the rigid position he’d held above her, letting her take his weight.  She didn’t fight it, and soon he lay tensely atop her, all his body clenching and flexing with the force of his movements.  The strange bulge and soft down of his bestial cheek pressed against hers; his breath came in thick, thrumming pants against her ear and shoulder.  His hand on her hip never moved.
    Olivia lay rocking, hearing only the blood rushing in her ears and the low, growling hums of the thing that mated with her.  It took a long time, long enough for her to feel the heat of her traitor body as his thick, hard organ stroked relentlessly inside her.  It was physical, purely physical, but it was impossible not to feel, like the friction of his pelt lightly rubbing at her nipples, like the muscular flex and heave of his body crushing against hers.  She could feel, as if from a great distance, her own muscles gripping and shuddering as she came, milking an immediate spastic jet out of him.  He groaned in her ear, pumping at her just a little harder, a little faster, as her climax receded, and then he arched and came for real, filling her with the hot splash of his cum.
    He lay on her, breathing hard, not speaking.  Finally, he pulled free of her and to one side, his gaze brooding on the wall above her head, looking pensive and a little relieved, as if he were thinking, Well, that wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be .
    Olivia rolled onto her side and buried her face in a sleeping bag, breathing in torturously slow breaths until she was positive she wouldn’t cry.
    “Did I hurt you?”