"Your legs hurting," the voice said. Not asking.
"Yes—" The sobbing-quality of it. The overwhelmed, totally spent, beyond-capacity honesty of it. "My legs— Raven— my legs are shaking— I can't hold—"
"I know."
'PAH. PAH.'
"MMPH~!! AAAHH~!!"
"I'll fuck you like this every day from now."
She heard this through the sound of her own voice and through the sound of what was happening and her brain tried to form a response.
"I— ngh— you can't— I have a—"
'PAH. PAH. PAH.'
"AANNGH~!!♡ Hhng~!! OHHH~!!"
"Every day," he said again. Calm. The stated quality of someone marking a decision.
"Raven— please— I— my husband— I—"
'PAH.'
"MMNH~!!"
"—I don't—"
'PAH. PAH.'
"AAAHH~!!♡♡ HHHNG~!!"
"—want—"
The word was swallowed entirely by her own voice.
