"..." Qyraen kisses me while I stare off to the side with disgust. We've been at this for hours, and resisting doesn't help — if I resist, she'll only hurt me. It took her a long time to figure out the conditions without knowing.
Especially the part about the kiss. She spent two hours doing everything, and all it took was a single kiss for the system to move to the "next" step. Thankfully, it seems to be coming to an end.
We've already done everything a couple can do on their wedding night. We even shared magic, which honestly made me want to vomit. It was something intimate I'd only ever done with Esther on our first night together.
That almost shifted the "wavelength" of my magic, but fortunately she couldn't change it, and it truly doesn't matter right now.
At this point, Qyraen is the third person to know my body this well. The first is me, and the second is obviously Esther. And honestly, the fact that my rapist knows me better than most people does disgusts me deeply.
