PAH. PAH. PAH.
He fucked her while holding the chains taut.
The combination was 'catastrophic' — each thrust driving sensation from below while the pulled chains dragged sensation from above, her nervous system receiving simultaneous input from both poles of her body, her pregnant belly caught between, jiggling and swaying with the violence of it all, the life inside her thankfully cushioned and safe while she herself was 'not.'
"I-Immortal—I can't—it's too—AHH—'too much'—"
"You're taking it," he said, and there was something that almost sounded like approval in his voice.
"I'm 'not'—I'm 'dying'—please—"
"You're not dying."
"It 'feels' like dying—NGHHH—"
PAH. PAH. PAH.
