[She groans in frustration and want, her breath catching in her throat, even as she pushes back another of the infected - and tries, in the process, not to think about the warmth and pliability of their naked skin, or how easy it would be to give in. Under Kaphlar's hand, her nipple is hard and sensitive, sending thrills through her at the slightest grazing touch.]
[Sweat prickles her skin, and her cheeks are flushed, her heart thudding in her ears.]
I'll do nothing for you, you... you...
[Thinking is getting harder by the moment. It's an almost physical effort not to give in.]
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[Sweat prickles her skin, and her cheeks are flushed, her heart thudding in her ears.]
I'll do nothing for you, you... you...
[Thinking is getting harder by the moment. It's an almost physical effort not to give in.]