Aligned Fantasy
Rin’s back arched off the mattress, panic clawing through him.
“ get off, get away —”
“Shut up”
Izumi rose from her chair and came closer, heels clicking against the floor. She sat on the edge of the bed, brushing damp strands of hair from Rin’s face. Her touch was soft, almost tender.
“You’ll live,” she whispered. “You’re ours now. Your body was made for this.”
The command burned through Rin’s veins, and his body loosened against his will. He felt the blunt pressure pushing in, stretching him open in a way that sent pain lancing through his core. He cried out, hands gripping the sheets until his knuckles whitened.
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