Just as she inhaled, so did he, the pair becoming one in the moment. As she faced him, she saw in his facial features all of his emotions and felt warmth welling up inside of her at the mirror image of her own feelings. Love. He shook, ever so slightly, and immediately she thought how adorable he looked, all nervous and such. Apollonia was nervous as well. The prospect of leaving Cold Summers and the whole of Blossom Forest behind for a happily-ever-after with Harries was exciting. Thrilling, in fact. But it was terrifying as well. Her earliest memories, aside from the brief pictures that flipped in and out of her head, including Lycaon. Her father was her all. And Cold Summers was the only home that she could remember ever having. But Cold Summers had fallen silent as of late… not that Apollonia had spent much time there. Mostly, she had spent her recent days with Harries. Her feelings toward Lycaon and Lolita kept her from returning, though she had recently traveled there in order to show Chevelle the way. Her father had shown up and a fight had ensued. It led to her becoming irate with him once more and she had fled Cold Summers with tears spilling from her orbs.

Her proclamation of love pulled a smile tightly upon Harries maw, a purr rumbling in his chest. He moved toward her, pressing his forehead against her own. It was the first time that he had initiate an affectionate gesture. Not that they had physically bonded many times, a nuzzle here, a brushing there, but each of those times Apollonia had initiated it. She had touched him. Leaning into his touch, she closed her lids, savoring the moment. His face was warm and she began to quiver, her lids fluttering. The fae’s breath began to get heavier, her respiration increasing. He moved his muzzle toward her ears and suddenly her lids shot open as he bit down on her auds. She jumped a little bit and felt a drop of blood dripping down her pelt but calmed when he licked exactly where he had bit her. Moving to her fore, he licked her again, this time upon her kissers and she let loose a small croon. Her whole form took to tremors, partially due to her sexual excitement and partially from nerves

Still being young, just a teenager really, she was a maiden – untouched, untamed, clean. Apollonia had no idea what she was doing and so froze, allowing Harries to lead her. Though it was uncomfortable, and she felt like she was being rushed, she cared for him. She didn’t want to disappoint Harries or give him cause to doubt her feelings for him. As his gaze met her, she smiled ever so slightly and nodded. Once more, he moved, this time moving to her side, his maw closing gently, nibbling at her scruff. Suddenly, he bit down hard and snarled. Apollonia screamed and tried to pull away from him. “Harries! Stop it! That hurts!” His constant pressure caused her form to collapse to the ground so that she was mimicking a play bow… but this was not her version of play. As he released her, the fae felt blood running down her once more, though this time he didn’t clean her up. He moved, blocking her from running, but she had yet to discover the full extent of her position.

Words poured forth from his chest, exposing the threat and the gravity of the situation. He laid out his plan as how he has manipulated her and had plans to use her body. Rushing her, he slammed into her body. Had she continued with her father’s training, she would have been able to get out of the way but she had grown slower, softer. She collided with the ground and found she couldn’t get her breath. “Harries, please no, I love you!” She screamed and tried to crawl away but he kept his weight firmly upon her, his paws puncturing her skin and his teeth biting all of her. Tears swept from her orbs and cries continued until she was horse. Suddenly, he dragged her up and threatened her, then teased her violently and took her. Because she was so frightened for the safety of her father and her pack, she took it and bit down on her lips, causing them to bleed, salty liquid flowing freely, but silently. His weight crushed her down, preventing her from running. His member thrust into her, violating her virginity until a single scream erupted with her when the tie was made. It seemed like weeks before he dismounting her and she tried to curl up in a ball. He would not allow her to, however. He pushed her to a nearby cavern, directing her with bites. Yelping, she limped toward the cavern, each moment uncomfortable. The darkness of the cavern closed around her when suddenly she saw the reflection of two orbs in the darkness…