She watches him stare at her, his eyes boring into her form as he breathes in her scent and began to speak of a sculptor, her form tired and loathing her current position but listening to him attentively. She jumps as his finger run across her body examining her cuts and bruises, turning her head away staring into the forest not wanting to be touched by him in this way right now. Neferim had always imaged him touching her during a long elegant waltz as he sensually ripped her clothing from her. She felt dirty and used in front of him as she had been saving herself waiting from him to be her first.

She yelped loudly bursting into tears as his fingers intruded her womanhood, swiftly being reminded of the rape as the long digits rotated inside her sending waves of pain and fright through her body, suddenly turning into pleasure and desire for them to be there, her cries subsiding slowly into a soft wailing moan feeling her body heat itself despite the cool breeze brushing across her drained form. His thumb pressed hard into her clit forcing out a moan that she did not think she had, surprising herself but feeling like a common whore despite her acting on his command.

Neferim nods slightly in acknowledgement of his words, her head falling back for a moment as his finger brushes over her clit one last time. "I won't" she sighed vowing not to tell of her healing followed by a loud exclaiming cry into the darkness as she ripped the flesh from her leg, a burst of blood splattering her leg forcing her head back again in pain as the tears reappeared. She gripped the edge of the well for dear life as he poked and prodded the wound without a hint of gentle care, his fingers pinching harshly as the moonlight glints off his barred fangs.

She totters backwards almost falling into the well as his long cool tongue slathered around the wound still tingly with pain sending waves of sensitive pleasure through her body as he brushes her clit once again, his tongue dwelling in the crimson milk, thick and aromatic in the night air filling her nose with the seemingly pleasant stench as she clasps her chest trying to keep it from heaving noticeably as he touched her tired and now aroused form. She looks up at him as he stands before her, dazed and confused with the massive amounts of pain and pleasure falling forward onto her belly on the ground beside the well feeling weak and impaled by his attention to her body, breathing heavily.