Hand against skin. White glove, silky smooth. A caress. Sweat, rank with human-stink. Clogged pores rising up through flushed cheeks.
"I'll make you my forever girl," says he. Touches her in the soft part between her legs, wriggly fingers. Reminds her of the groups of magikarp that trafficked through the lake every warm-age, when she-guardian first showed her how to influence the waters with her mind. Thoughts unspooling, slimy, wet little grimy images plastered against the mind of he. Pushing against her, feverish with desire. Pull with your mind, the water-rush splitting in two. Love you. She-guardian's love is eternal. Keep it with you.
He pushes again. Something else, warm and hard, inside the soft part. Pain. Screams loudly. Sweaty hand covers her mouth. "Forever girl," pants he. "Forever. Forever." Each word comes with a push. Human-speak, but not hard to divine. She-guardian had told her of these things, of mating, how she would join minds with her male-love and how it felt, radiant, breathless. Not like this, the perversion, the pain.
She-guardian taught her how to kill with her mind. First time, on the magikarp. Then to the stantler. Beasts. He is a beast clothed in human-clothing and human-stink, meat and bones, but she cannot unravel him like she unraveled the others. Quick, painless. "Forever girl." Gasps.
Screams.