Chapter 29: Submission
Allen gently slid his cock from Rinni’s mouth, a quiet schlk breaking the thick tension in the air. Her lips, red and swollen, stayed parted for a moment longer, breath hitching in her throat. Her hands trembled as she lowered them to her lap, drool still glistening on her chin.
Then the tears came.
Not loud. Not dramatic. Just a soft, shivering sniffle—like a dam cracking under pressure.
"...I’m sorry," Rinni whispered, voice raw. "I—I didn’t mean to be like this."
Allen blinked, tilting his head. "Like what?"
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, ears drooping low. "Weird. Gross. Broken. That’s what they always said. The others in my warren... they said I was sick."
Fina’s brow furrowed, the playful gleam in her eyes fading into something softer.
"They said I liked pain too much," Rinni continued, choking a little on the words. "That I got wet when they teased me or pushed me or called me names. They’d shove me, spit near my feet, laugh when I got all flushed. And I’d try to act normal, I really did, but—" her voice cracked, "—but I’d always mess up. I’d stare too long, I’d twitch when someone raised their voice. I’d want the things they called me out on."
Her shoulders hunched, eyes glued to the dirt.
"They said no mate would ever want someone like me. That I was just... broken inside. Even the older does told me to keep my urges quiet or I’d shame the tribe."
Allen didn’t say anything at first. Just reached out, brushed a lock of hair behind her ear, and held her gaze.