Let Go

Lorelai's eyes widened in bewilderment, she tensed her lower body, clawing desperately to Rhaegar's forearm.

"Ugh, wait... stop, wait..!"

"What do you mean stop?" He groaned, ignoring her as she scratched him with her sharp nails, while he continued to push relentlessly into her.

He moved even faster, the sound of their flesh slapping against each other along with the wet noises of them being joined together intensifying. He grinned almost as if savoring it all, and whispered, "Do you even hear how wet you are down there? I don't see why I should stop when your body is enjoying it so much."

It was humiliating; she wanted to tell him that something was wrong, that she feared something might burst out of her, but she could not stand another wave of embarrassment. 

Instead, she sobbed again, fighting the humiliation, while the king licked her tear-stained cheeks as he drove his manhood harder into her.