The pain hit her in waves.
Not the clean, localized sting of a wound — the total, systemic, wall-to-wall invasion of a body receiving something it had never received, every nerve from her split entrance to the base of her spine lighting up simultaneously, reporting back with the frantic urgency of systems that had no protocol for this.
"It hurts—!" Her voice was still coming out fractured, syllables breaking apart before they could form words, her throat raw from the scream that had preceded this. "You— pull it out, I'm telling you to pull it—ngh—AHHH—!"
He pulled back a single inch.
She gasped.
He pushed it back.
"Hnngg—!"
