[[A Tohraya fic.

Warnings: Potentially dark/disturbing. Rated M.

Please review if you choose to read! Thank you.]]

And then he came inside me. I begged him to pull out. I told him we didn't want to get pregnant. But he hissed "shut up, you stupid bitch" and came inside me anyway.

I felt his warm juices spilling deep inside me as he let out one last loud, agonizing moan. Then he looked as if he was ready to collapse on top of me but even though his mind was likely clouded by his powerful orgasm, he still knew that he couldn't give in to his exhaustion without transforming.

So he slowly, finally, pulled out of my now sore entrance. He laid down next to me, panting, pale skin glistening with sweat. I had never seen him sweat before. He was always so prim and proper. Elegant. But not tonight.

My own body was sweaty, from fear. I didn't know when it would end. If it would end. In my eyes were tears, bubbling, ready to fall down my reddened cheeks at any moment.

"Tohru-kun," I then heard him whisper. I dared to look over. He had finally opened his eyes and was staring at me with his usual expression. An expression of love, tenderness. The way he always looked at me, like I was an angel sent to Earth just for him, a delicate flower that he would nurture, a princess whose honor he would defend until his dying day.

"A-ayame," I stuttered back, unable to look at him for long. I turned my wet eyes away. Why was he looking at me like he loved me when he just proved that he didn't?

A hand, his hand, his soft hand reached over and grazed my cheek. "That color on your cheeks makes you even more beautiful than you usually are," he said, an affectionate smile in his voice. "You're a woman now. You look like one. You have that glow about you, and there's nothing more beautiful than a girl whose womanhood has just begun, a flower just beginning to bloom."

I turned my cheek away from his touch. The tears became harder to restrain. "Ayame..." I began again, not stuttering this time, but still unable to say anything more than his name. His name that I knew would haunt me for the rest of my life.

"Tohru-kun. That was the best sex of my entire life."

"W-what?" The stuttering returned. I glanced over at him. He was deadly serious. Deadly oblivious.

"It was so romantic! I have never felt that intimately connected with someone in my entire life! It was so pure and full of meaning."

I wondered if we had been present for the same experience. The sex that I suffered through was rough, sadistic, hateful even. The word "rape" danced through my mind, though I would not dare speak it to him. Or anyone. Ever.

"Don't you agree, my darling? Oh, well, of course you have never experienced any other sex besides what just happened, but I will venture to guess that if you do ever make love with someone besides me-which you will only do if you suddenly lose your fine judgement and taste-that you will resent me for setting the bar far too high during your first time! Ahahaha!"

As he laughed that familiar laugh, that strangely comforting laugh, yet bizarre and terrifying given the context, he reached his hand out to me again, this time laying it across my still exposed breasts. My heart rate quickened immediately. He traced one of my erect nipples lightly with his long index finger. He leaned over to kiss my neck. The gesture still sent shivers down my spine, but not the shivers of anticipation and arousal as before.

"Tohru, Tohru, Tohru," he whispered in between kisses. "My princess."

It was when he called me his princess that I finally broke down. My heart hurt even worse than my body. My tears fell freely. The only sounds that left my mouth were sobs, gasps for air.

"Tohru-kun?!" Ayame looked up at me. His eyes were large, confused. Innocent. Somehow innocent. More innocent than I felt now. "Tohru-kun, what's the matter? Why are you crying? Are you hurt?"

He then looked down and saw that I was still bleeding. It wasn't just from my virginity being taken. He had gone so hard on me that even now, blood trickled between my legs. "Oh, Tohru, you're still bleeding! Come, come. Let us take a shower together. Let us take care of this together. And do not worry your pretty mind over the stains on the sheets! I shall keep these sheets somewhere private as a souvenir from this most romantic night, a night I will forever henceforth call Ayame's Night of Romance!, and I will replace them accordingly. Now, come, come."

Sliding off the bed, he grabbed my hand and helped me to my feet. I weakly followed him to his bathroom. I didn't know what else to do. I could barely speak. The man I loved, the man I loved more than anyone in the world besides Mom, had done something to me that I didn't even know how to describe or label. Was it sex? Was it rape? Was it love-making, as he liked to call it?

Maybe this was what sex was supposed to be like. Maybe I was just too innocent and ignorant to know any better. I had never watched or read pornographic materials the way most of my peers had. Uo and Hana both had mentioned those things on occasion, but I had stayed away. Maybe I just didn't know what sex was supposed to be like.

He turned the shower on. He waited for the water to warm up. All the while, he kept a firm grasp on my hand. "Tohru, I know it must feel strange, to be bleeding like this. I know it hurts. But please do not cry. Pain is always present during a woman's first time, and especially with a man as well-endowed as me!"

Well-endowed he was. Eight inches long. Thick. Hard as rock, controlled, forceful. The thought only made me cry again but between sobs, this time I was able to speak. "Ayame...you...you were so rough with me..."

"I was passionate with you," he countered simply, stepping into the shower, bringing me with him. The warm water felt good against my aching skin. But I couldn't look anywhere except at him or the tile directly behind him. And he was staring at me again with those glowing green eyes. He looked like he wanted more of me already...