But she does.
Small as she is, slight as she is, she hurts him as she rocks on him, tries to be gentle, tries to be soft, but it feels so fucking good she can’t stop and she sees he’ll trade the pain for the pleasure as he grabs her hips and starts to move not slower but faster not softer but harder and she thinks Chon is in me and she grips him tighter and sinks into it with a poem and a prayer Your skin is my skin, your scars mine, your hurts mine
I’ll heal them with my cunt
Silvery, slippery warm
Take you inside where there is no pain or fear you can cry when you come come in me a chalice for you my friend my lover my magic boy.