So she acquiesed, so she gave in
and laid down willingly on a bed of sin.
He stoked her hair, he held her hands.
Going slowly, not trying to scare her,
she thought he was being tender.
He kissed her lips, nibbled her ears,
told her what she wanted to hear.
Closing her eyes, she nodded once.

A triumphant smile crossed his mouth.
If her eyes were opened, she would have seen
a demon from hell, not the man of her dreams.
He stroked her skin, nuzzled her neck,
whispered, "I love you pet."
Passion was rising, room getting hot,
steam rising, neither said a lot.
He paused before each step, to make sure
she was ok, that he could continue.

He kissed her deeply, making her head spin
she could not believe this was a sin.
Slowly, oh so slowly, he progressed
though in truth they were both getting short of breath.

Finally, the joining.

Panic.
Pain.
Stretching.
Tearing.
Screaming.

He felt the liquid, hot from her body and trembled with the rush.
She begged him no, begged him to stop, but he just laughed
and pressed in deeper, twisting a little to be sure the fit.
She stared at him, the demon from hell, with tears in her eyes.
Tremors racked him, once, twice. He licked the salt on her cheeks
pulled out and left her alone, to die on the sheets.