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The first time after the docks you saw Shane was at the bathhouse.
It had been two weeks since you'd last seen him. You avoided Cedar Sap forest as much as you could. You only went to Marnie's on days you knew Shane worked. Otherwise, you were stuck to forging by Robin's house, by the bathhouse, and in the mines.
It wasn't all bad. It was easy to tire yourself out in the mines. A part of you was terrified of exhaustion now, but you couldn’t sleep without it. If you weren’t deeply tired, you would dream.
You made a ritual out of it. After you progressed in the mines for the day and the sun had set, you would go to the bathhouse. You hadn't planned to get inside that late at night on the first night but the water looked like it would relax your sore muscles; you were right. You'd wait until one before you'd walk home to make sure the valley was asleep.
This time you didn't notice the eyes on you from the out-of-service stall as you walked into the dressing room. You moved on reflex now when you stripped out of your clothes. You always took a second to shake out as much dust as you could; you paused when you swore you heard a sneeze but in the end, you just blamed it on your nerves. After you were satisfied you folded them on a bench.
Since it was already eleven when you arrived, you only wrapped a towel over you before you went into the bathroom. You did a walkthrough of the bath to confirm no one was there. Once you were confident you were alone, you folded your towel next to the steps down and entered the water.
You let out an audible moan as you sank into the water. You kept your head above the water as you relaxed against the side next to the steps. You let your head fall back and you closed your eyes.
You didn't hear him enter the bath until he spoke. "You sound so beautiful"
You opened your eyes quickly and immediately made eye contact with Shane. He was on one of his knees, his face only about two feet from your face. You also didn't miss the fact that he was naked and hard.
You tried to sit up so you could push away from the edge to get some sort of distance but Shane quickly grabbed your hair. You cried out and tried your best to try to escape; Shane kept his grip tight in your hair. He let you attempt to pull away from him but after a minute he pushed your head underwater.
You had no time to take in a breath before you were underwater. Your lungs immediately burned with the sudden lack of oxygen. You reached up and dug your nails into Shane's wrist again. You knew it wouldn't help but you had to try something . Shane pulled you around the water but there was no way for you to know what he did it for. All you could do was cling to his wrist the best you could.
You were caught off guard again when your face was suddenly slammed into the wall of the bath and you let go. You gasped and your lungs filled with water. Just as quickly, Shane pulled your head above the water and shoved it down on the floor, over the side of the bath. As soon as oxygen could return to your lungs, you started to cough up the water. Shane pressed against you to keep you pinned. His hand was still tangled in your hair while the other rested on your hip. You could feel his cock against your pussy with the head almost inside.
Any chestful of air you managed to get was limited by the weight on you. Your lower half was still in the water, which meant you couldn’t get solid footing. You clawed at the tile floor but you had no chance of holding on.
Shane adjusted your hips and pushed inside you. You inhaled to scream but he hit your head against the tile again. Luckily there was no distance between you and the tile already so it only dazed you for a second. He set a simple pace and made sure to drill deep into you with every pull-down.
Shane’s hand left your hair and quickly found your throat. He pushed your throat back so the back of your head rested against his shoulder. You grabbed the edge of the pool and held on so he couldn’t pull you much farther away from it. “You’re so easy to find; did you want me to come?”
You choked out a sob as you shook your head furiously. “No, I swear-”
“It’s okay, I found you now,” he said before he let go of your throat. You fell forward with the momentum from you clinging to the side. He placed his hand flatly against your back to keep you pinned again.
Shane’s hand on your hip slipped to the inside of your thighs and quickly found your clit. You shook your head again and sobbed; Shane just ignored you and took the clit between his fingers. He rolled it between the two and you found your climax closer than you expected.
With no way to stand and your chest firmly planted against the floor, you were forced to stay still while Shane finished his assault on you. You openly cried as your orgasm hit you. Your body trembled as you rode it out. You involuntarily whined when the pleasure slowly started spilling over into overstimulation.
“Hush sweetie, I’m close” you heard Shane mutter behind you. You whined again but he kept his promise. He pushed fully inside you one last time before he came inside you. He let go of your back to hold your hips against him as he traced circles with his thumbs.
You tried to pull away from Shane but his grip was strong and you were tired. A glance to a clock in the corner showed it was already 1:30 am. You sighed in defeat. Shane pressed a kiss on your back. “Go ahead and drift off, I’ll make sure you’re safe”
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The next time you saw Shane in person, he was in your bed.
It had been another week since the bathhouse incident. You had Robin build another silo to collect the wheat from a batch of hay. You went to Pierre's store for anything else you needed and met up with people in town while you knew he worked at Joja during the day. Emily asked why she hadn't seen you at the Saloon but it was easy to blame farm work. You made a habit to be in bed, doors locked and lights off, by nightfall.
You had nightmares about the dock every night. It starts normally, caught in the rain by Marnie’s farm; the only light anywhere is the lantern by the docks. You want to just go home, but the path is blocked by giant trees, almost like it was never there. You find the only way to move the dream forward is to let the dream play out like it did that night, only when you passed out did you finally wake up.
Tonight's dream, however, started differently. You were still in the forest but there was no rain. Instead of the frogs, you could hear the cicadas in the distance, like every summer evening. Things continued as normal until Shane went to get you off first. Instead of rubbing through your underwear as he did before, he carefully pulled your panties off.
He was so gentle for once, you relaxed. The docks felt soft somehow and it felt like you were floating. Once your panties were off completely and dropped off the side, he settled between your thighs. He slipped two fingers inside you to scissor as his mouth found your clit.
You felt the pleasure begin to pool in your gut. You hesitated for a moment before you reached down and ran a hand through his hair. It was unwashed and you felt buildup already on your hands; you still grabbed his hair near the roots to keep him there.
Shane's fingers twisted inside you and came together to rub against where he assumed would be your sweet spot. The pleasure built rapidly at that point, which caused your back to arch and the hand free from Shane’s hair clutched the sheets.
Sheets
Your eyes fluttered open right as your orgasm reached its peak. "Stop" you cried out as you tried to pull him off by his hair but you were too weak to move him. You felt the waves of pleasure roll over you and your body started to shake. "Please-" you begged.
Shane was either too focused or just didn't care. He continued his attention on your cunt while you climaxed. The pleasure quickly started to fade into overstimulation. Some of your strength returned and you pulled Shane’s head back by his hair.
All you could smell was your pussy and the stink of beer. He looked at you with blank eyes but his mouth was still open. His spit and your cum dribbled down his chin. “You taste good, '' he slurred. It confirmed he was wasted again. His head lolled which almost made you let go but you tightened your grip.
"Why?"
"Because it's all I could think about"
Even though you weren't exhausted like last time, your strength was somehow nothing compared to his. With the buildup in his hair, it made his hair slip out of your grasp with a good tug down. You started to try to kick him away but he took his fingers out of pussy so he could pin you down.
Shane had your legs pinned down and apart when he started on your clit again. You fought against him the best you could but your hips were held in place by him. He flattened his tongue against your clit so your movement started to work against you. Even though you had just climaxed moments ago, you could feel the same pleasure begin to build in your guts.
You let out a sob as tears started to well in your eyes. Your hips paused so you could take a moment to catch your breath; Shane took this opportunity to suck on your clit.
The sensation was overwhelming with the previous climax. You screamed and tried to pull away again, but he still wasn’t letting go. You balled your fist and hit what you could reach, but at this point, nothing you did could stop him. Even the screams meant nothing with how secluded your cabin was.
You screamed his name as you climaxed for a second time. You fell back against the sheets and arched your back. Your ears rang and your breathing was labored. Shane finally let you go; he trailed kisses up your stomach and chest until he reached your mouth.
You didn’t fight back when he tried to kiss you. You gagged on the taste of beer and yourself. Shane didn’t care. He had you pinned again with your legs around his hips. His dick pressed against your pussy and you hated the fact you throbbed for it. Your body knew what came next.
When Shane finally broke the kiss, you turned your head away from him. “You’re too fucking beautiful,” he said before he pressed a wet kiss to your cheek. He trailed them down your jaw and to your neck.
You moaned as he sucked on your neck. He was rough and used too much teeth; your hips still moved on their own against his. He growled against your neck and gave a finally sharp bite before he pulled back.
Shane grabbed your face and force you to look at him. “Even when you cry, you’re absolutely perfect."
You couldn’t hide the sob that choked out from you. "Please, Shane"
Shane rubbed your cheek with his thumb- it hurt and you winced. "Shane stop-" you said through clenched teeth. He squeezed tightly one last time before he let go. However, before you could move, the hand was on your throat.
“Even just my name from your mouth is perfect . Can’t you see it? Calling it from the porch to get me for supper, barefoot and full of my child.” Shane said as his thumb now traced circles on your throat. Honestly, you weren’t sure if you were lucky that you could understand what he slurred.
You wanted to run. You wish you had enough strength to throw him off and bolt out the door. You didn’t even know where to go but someone was bound to come out if you screamed in the square. A part of you knew you should have told someone what happened before but you just… didn’t. You decided you could handle it yourself; that felt really stupid in hindsight
Shane pulled you out of your thoughts when you felt Shane’s cock rub against your clit. Your breathing hitched as he pushed himself all the way inside you. “So tight and perfect. Made just for me” he muttered and your tears were renewed.
Shane leaned forward and kissed the tear streaks on your cheeks. You couldn’t stop the wince that came from his touch. It was like a switch. His grip tightened and you gasped. You knew the only reason you were able to gasp was that it was only one hand. “Don’t do it again” he said. By the tone of his voice, that was your one warning.
You were prepared this time as Shane started his brutal pace on your insides. You had already cum twice so the extra lubrication made it easier to take him. You didn't think your body could but you could already feel the pleasure pool in your guts for a third orgasm.
You couldn’t help the lewd moan that escaped your throat, nor could you help it when you wrapped your legs around his waist.
Shane needed no further encouragement. He let go of your throat to wrap his arms around you. He managed to flip you both, albeit clumsily because of the alcohol, but his back was now against your wall and you were in his lap. He grabbed your hips and pulled you up on his cock before he slammed you back down on it.
Shane buried his face in your chest and you tilted your head back. You didn't try to hide your moans anymore as you gave into him. He wasn't able to go as fast as he did with you on your back but the new angle hit all the right spots.
You were so lost in the pleasure and exhaustion you almost missed the sudden wetness on your chest. You didn't feel teeth but his head was in the way for you to see his face. "Please, one more time," he begged. It was the first time you'd ever heard him unsure.
You were unsure why you complied, but you did. When your orgasm peaked and you spilled over the edge, you screamed his name. He didn't move you for much longer after that. He pushed you down one more time and came deep inside you.
You couldn't catch your breath nor stop shaking as he held you against him. You felt him start to go soft inside you but you both stayed there. You didn't have the strength to pull away.
You started to drift off against him, unable to resist sleep. You almost missed it, but you heard a soft apology against your chest.
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You watched the test the entire time on the counter. The second little pink line showed up within a minute while the test told you it could be up to three.
You immediately threw the pregnancy test into the trash and started to cry. You knew this was the result but a part of you refused to believe it. It had been two weeks since the last time you saw Shane and one week since your period was late. The nausea was all the time, but it spiked in the mornings. It was the ‘not able to do anything until I eat fresh peppers’ that you finally accepted fate and took a pregnancy test. You special ordered one to be delivered in two days because you didn’t want anyone in town to suspect anything.
You managed to get into your bed and under the covers without incident. You held your stomach and sobbed. You were now stuck with choices that were forced into your hands. Part of you knew you could simply get an abortion but the idea of that made you cry harder.
It was hours before you were calm enough to make a phone call. You make an appointment for blood work in the city, far away from anyone who could know anything in Pelican town. You would take the bus that ran once a week there and have to taxi your way home.
You wondered if you could force Shane to pay for the ride- did he even have money? You weren’t sure if you even wanted to tell him. This is what he wanted; at least it was what he wanted when he was drunk.
You decided that would be a problem for the you that’s had a blood test at least.