Dies Irae

~~~ DIES IRAE ~~~

Tertia Charta: Rough Seduction




Motto: "Sic erat in fatis." --- Publius Ovidius Naso, "Fasti" 1,481 ---


***


She is a little girl again, three or four years old, running on the evergreen planes in Magna Greciae. She shrieks as the skirts tangles up and she almost fells, but at the last moment manages to regain her balance. Blinking happily, rising her hands in a futile attempt to catch the sunrays, she spots a large man in the distance.


"Daddy!" she yells, hurrying up towards the figure. "You're home!"


The man smiles and runs towards her, and, when in his reach, lifts her up high in the air, spinning round.


"Aemilia" he whispers softly in her curly hair and she just giggles, happy that they are together again, locking her thin arms around his neck.


***


"Daddy" she muttered, tightening her grip on him, taking in his smell. His smell…….was not pretty and she frowned in dislike, opening her eyes slightly, groaning as she realised she was being held in a bear hug, so tight that she could barely breath, the movement impossible. The girl snarled as the memories came back in a rush and started fidgeting against the grip. What was going on? Where was she?


"Go back to sleep, there are a few good hours before down!" his rough voice suddenly reverberated around her.


"I can't" she whined "You smell nasty! Let me go, I want to sleep alone"


"Mea cara, you don't smell better yourself, so stop coininining. And I can't let you go, because you will freeze to death", he countered groggily." So shut up."


"I'd rather turn into an ice statue then stay here with you longer!" she shrieked, satisfied with herself for not being intimidated.


"Bene!" he agreed and the next moment the heat was gone and the girl landed with a bum on the hard floor. She blinked, clearly confused and she moved on all fours, rubbing her bum that had taken most of the impact of the fall.


Staggering she lifted up and looked around, barely distinguishing a thing or two in the darkness, the only light being provided by a large candle placed in the middle of a plate full of water. It appeared that she was in a round house and she remembered that Septimius had told her that these was the shape of the traditional Dacian houses. Right in the middle of it, there was a stove and on the floor there were furs from different animals. There was a lot of dust and the air foul smelled, but more importantly it was frozen cold. Aemilia was starting to regret her rushed decision. He might not have smelled well, but he provided enough heat for one to feel more than comfortable.


She rubbed her arms, trying to heat herself in vain, unsure of what she should do next. Her stomach grumbled and she remembered she hadn't eaten in hours so she decided to take care of that little problem. Moving carefully through the room, she swore every time she hit something as she was trying to locate something resembling food. Near the stove there lay Daizus' little sack and she dug in quickly, letting out a breath of relief as she found some cheese and a big slice of bread. The girl moaned in delight as she gulped down the food, grateful that her hunger subsided. She had never eaten anything so delicious in her entire life. Spotting a jug full of water, she grabbed it and gulped it down, quenching her thirst.


Then, she brought her legs to her chest, hugging them and started rocking back in fourth, hating the way her teeth were chattering. She felt again like crying, but decided to stay strong, to keep up her family name, to make her pater proud. Truth be t she she was surprised she was still alive and kicking. She had been so sure he was going to be the demise of her, after that little stunt she had pulled. Maybe he wasn't that bad aftel…. l…. Yeah, she'll just kill him quickly and painless instead of the slowly torture she had prepared.


'I wonder if they are searching for me yet. I am still on civilised ground, so I have a good chance at being found. I really must stop him before going over the mountains. Nobody will ever find me if I do cross the border into the barbarian lands. I've heard that they eat their dead! Yuck!' she glanced towards the bed where the man was sleeping. ' This guy gives me the creeps! Hehe I think I did some damage to his empty skull!' she smirked, still bouncing.


Finally, after a long time, she gave up and crawled slowly towards the bed. She was so cold that she could barely feel her arms and feet. Shaking, she lifted herself into the bed and moved closer to the men, curling into a foetal ball, whimpering softly.


The bed shifted and Aemilia was pulled backward into a tight embrace and covered with a warm woollen blanket. She surrounded herself to the heat, pushing her body into his larger one, nuzzling comfortably in his grip.


***


"Puella! Puella!" she was shaken out of her sleep by a gruff voice in her ear. She was vaguely aware that she should get up, but she was feeling too good to be bothered to such things, so she muttered an intelligible "In a minute!"


Suddenly, her arm was caught in a vice like grip and she was lifted up roughly and shaken back and forth.


"Wake up!" he yelled in her face and she opened her eyes quickly and opened up her mouth to give an answering shout, but could utter no word.


Daizus just smirked at her dazed face, pleased with her reaction.


Aemilia blinked unsure of her eyes, then shut her mouth.


"Finally speechless I see" he teased cruelly, letting her go and watching her fall into the bed.


Di Immortales, this guy was gorgeous! Tall, well build, blue-eyed, fair skinned and to top it all, he also had golden locks. He would have been a hit in Rome, where everything fair was considered exotic. Who was he? Where did the ugly one go?


"Who…who are you?" she asked, her mouth suddenly dry.


"Are you idiota or what? I am Daizus, I thought that by now you would recognise me anywhere."


"But, but …. what did you do to you?"


"I just shaved and cleaned up a little. Am I not pretty?" he smiled sweetly.


"Yeess…" she muttered before realising it. " I mean NO! NO, that's what I said" she babbled. "You shaved ALONE?"


His suddenly playful mood disappeared and he frowned, his blue eyes frozen again.


"It is noon already. This would be the first and only time I will permit you to sleep so late. You are to wake up early to prepare my breakfast then clean the house. Do you understand?"


She said nothing, just glanced around. The house was tidy now, and the door was opened to let fresh air in and, despite the blanket she shivered.


"I am cold!" she stated.


"I will start the fire while you are cleaning yourself. Come on, follow me!" he ordered darkly and the girl decided to do what he demanded of her.


He opened a door and pushed her in as she gasped in shock, then he slammed the door shot behind them. They were in a sort of room made out of stone with a small pool in its centre. The water must have been quite hot, since the room was full of steams. On the walls, torches maintained a dim light and furs were on the floors also.


"What is that?" she wondered quietly.


"It's my bath. I had the house built at the entrance in a cavern after having found the stream in here. So, practically we are in the cave. You can bath in here because the water is naturally hot and is changed through the holes in there. " he explained


"I see…so that one up is from where the water comes and that one lower is where it disappears when the water reaches a certain level. Wow, this a real bath, who would have thought!" she wondered, looking foreword to the delights waiting for her as she started disrobing.


She stopped in mid motion, her eyes glued on him.


"Well, are you going to stay there? I need some privacy, you know!" she snapped.


"What's the matter, girl? Ashamed of your body?" he mocked, crossing his arms and leaning against a wall.


"No, I just don't want you to see it."


"Tough luck! Come on, undress yourself" he commanded in a cold voice, his eyes filling with lust.


Aemilia flinched and let her robe fall back, covering herself completely again.


"Get out!" she answered in a calm, yet threatening voice.


"You don't order me around!" the man snapped, moving so they were face to face. " I am not one of your slave! Quite the contrary, mea cara, if somebody is a slave here then it is you."


The sound of the slap reverberated through the small room. Aemilia whimpered as her anger disappeared, fear taking over completely. His cheek was red, the imprint of her small palm obvious but his eyes glinted with murder intentions. He grabbed her arms and lifted up so that their faces were centimetres apart and pushed her against a wall, ignoring her kicking feet.


"That was a mistake, little girl " he growled darkly as his body pined her to the hard stone, rendering her movement impossible. "A big mistake" he added just before taking her lips in a heated kiss.


She shrieked in outrage as his lips covered hers, thus allowing his tongue to push forcefully into her mouth, tasting her and leaving her stunned. As sudden as the kiss began, it ended.


"No biting!" he warned briefly, kissing her again, then spinning them around and pushing her to the ground, his body quickly covering hers.


Aemilia howled in a wild rage, kicking and biting desperately, powerless to do anything else.


"Stop it, stop it! My father will kill you! My husband will crucify you! You shall be begging for mercy!"


Daizus stopped nipping on her ear and glanced curiously at her.


"You're married?"


"Yes, yes I am marri she she approved, a ray of hope sparkling within her.


"That holds no importance" he growled, returning at his task, ignoring her renewed kicks. One of his hands ripped the lower part of her robe, insinuating itself between her legs.


"Now, now be a good girl. I'm sure you'll enjoy it too, I am better than any Roman!" he whispered, slightly annoyed at the dryness he encountered in her most private area. Frowning, he began to rub gently between her folds, while kissing her passionately.


She had damped a little, but not quite enough, so he decided to play some more. He took off the shredded upper part of the robe, vaguely noticing that she had stopped fighting and was just shivering on the fur-covered floor. Bending over he took a dark coloured nipple into her mouth, drawing patterns on it with his tongue.


As he moved to her other breast, she burst into silent tears then wailed as he slipped a finger up her passage. It hurt and her body spasm, her tender muscles contracting. Daizus looked up as his finger was practically pushed out of her. What was going on? Her entire body had stiffened and she was looking as if she were in shock. He tried again entering her with a finger but found it to be an impossible task as her most private muscles were clenched, not allowing any intrusion.


The girl let out an agonising sob and hid her face with her hands, still shivering. The man gave a deep sigh, and looked up at her face, before gathering her in his arms and moving them so she was sitting in his lap, trembling.


He rocked them back and forth, sing ing gently and petting her hair slowly and rubbing her back soothingly. Aemilia hid her face in the crook of his neck and cried softly, as her hands clutched at his shoulders.


Finally after some time, her cries turned into soft whimpers, then disappeared completely and he stopped his rocking motion, leaving the two of them laying tangled on the floor.


Wrapping a hand in her hair, he pulled her head back to look her in the eye, then bent slowly and kissed her softly and sweetly, pulling back the moment he felt her tense. She just looked at him confused, her eyes still shinning with tears, her mouth trembling. His callused hand shot up and roughly wiped the trails of tears off her cheeks.


"Hm…. You women are all alike, crying all day long." He concluded, pushing her aside and standing up. " You go and wash yourself now, puella." he added, exiting the door quickly.


Aemilia just stood there for a while, her brain trying to register what had just happened. She just couldn't believe it she had come so close to being raped. He may have cleaned up, but he still managed to give her the creeps. Plus, with his mood swings, she couldn't quite figure him out; he was too unpredictable for her peace of mind.


Letting out a deep breath, she shed her clothes and entered the hot water.


***


Daizus was meticulously staring the fire, putting in the task more effort then necessary. Things were beginning to get more complicated, he knew it the moment the girl had the audacity to hit him in the forest the day before. What was wrong with her? Women were supposed to be meek and respectful, and to obey his every wish. She was supposed to be his isle of calm into a stormy sea, not the climax of the hurricane.


He had to admit, though, that a part of him enjoyed the challenge she presented. The more time he spent with her, the more he was tempted to let his guard down. Daizus had always been a merry boy, always laughing and enjoying life to its fullest, and for a few, selected people he still was. Still, it was not through joyfulness that he managed to keep his people under control during such difficult times, but through authority and coldness.


The man clenched his fists in a fury, remembering what had just happened. He had scared her so much that her body had instinctually shut - it hadn't been something he had planned, to jump on her in the bath, but she had just made angry and he just wanted to punish her .. in the most delicious way he could think of.


So she was married…. Well, that was in the past. What kind of idiot would let such a beautiful wife wonder around all by herself, lonely and vulnerable. He'll take care of her, better than any Roman could, that's for sure.


With a start, he realised that he didn't even know her name and made a mental note to ask her as soon as she steps out of the bath. He nodded happy with the way the room had cleaned up: now it was warm and cosy, and it smelled like pine woods around. He wanted her to be a little more comfortable with him and her surroundings; he knew that when they met he was not at all charming, all smelly, dirty and with a large beard, so he decided to clean up a little for her. Though, truth be told, he wasn't sure himself why he had bothered, after all the girl was as rude as they get, telling him directly that he was smelling nasty. Well, she was right, but she should have had the decency to shut up about it! Really, and he even cut his beard to make her feel better!


Women!


He silently padded through the room and rapped at the door to the bath. "Muliere, what are you doing in there? Have you fallen asleep or what? " he growled


"I am looking for something to wear, you pervert" she squealed and he was pleased to notice that she seemed to have returned to her former self.


He just smirked, he wouldn't have minded in the least to see her strolling naked through the house. Knowing that this was out of the question, he decided to milk the situation as much as he could.


"If you come here, you'll get a chemise to wear." He offered


"I can't, I am naked!" she answered angrily


"And this is how you'll stay if you don't come in here. Your choice, puella!"


"That is not a choice, and you know it! And stop calling me puella!"


"And how should I call you?" he inquired.


"My name is……is" she stopped, unsure. Her name was all she had got left that was her own. "… is none of your concern." she ended slowly. " Give me my clothes!"


"NO!" he answered in a calm voice. If she was going to be difficult, then she was going to be the one to suffer the consequences. He had been decided to be gentler with her, but her attitude was really making it difficult. All the remorse he had felt about the incident, was now gone, replaced with a cold determination to make her crawl at his feet, to see her bent and submissive in his arms.


"Get out" he commanded in a harsh tone, and was pleased to see her entering the room, shaking and naked. He eyed her curiously, basking in the glory of her supple body, reluctantly pointing to a robe on the bed.


"Put it on."


She obeyed quickly, pulling on the large blue chemise that went past her ankles and looked at the strings hanging from it not knowing what she was supposed to do with them.


Daizus approached her slowly and took the strings out of her hands, tying them to her back, so the upper part of the dress moulded to her body.


"Make the bed!" he commanded and she just looked at him in a shock.


"Haven't you heard me? I told you to make the bed, don't just stay there like an idiot!" he growled menacingly.


"I don't know how to make a bed, you little imbecil! I haven't done a bed in my entire life!" she shouted , wa, waving her hands.


A hand shot out and grabbed her neck, squeezing it and making it difficult for her to breathe. He bend so that their noses were centimetres apart and asked in a cold, low voice.


"How did you call me, mulier?"


"I called you an idiot!" she cried out, clawing at his hand, letting angry redks oks on it.


Daizus clenched his teeth in anger, fighting the impulse to snap her neck. Why did he have to have such bad luck? He had never met such a loud and obnoxious woman in his life, he now was regretting a lot having seized her. Had he known she was going to be so much trouble, he would have let her go on her merry way. It was too late now, though, she was his and his responsibility to see that she is properly trained to attend his every need. If she wanted a war, she will have it!


He was so consumed with his anger that he didn't realised he had been tightening his grip on her neck. The girl was having big problems breathing, her feet kicking more and more weakly as she was staring to black out. Finally, he let her go and she fell in a heap on the floor, coughing and holding her neck.


He bent down so he was at eye level with her and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him.


"Maybe I wasn't clear enough. I shall repeat it for you. You are my woman and you must obey me. Do what I say, when I say. Don't answer back. Never answer back! Be a good girl, and your life will be better. Disobey and you wouldn't like the consequences!" he spoke in a low, calm and yet incredible menacingly voice. His thumb stroke her cheek lightly, then released her, and the gild bowed her head, hair covering her face.


Straitening up, he added:


"I am going to get some wood and some food. On the table, you have some stake, eat it. When I return I expect the bed to be made. DO NOT attempt to get out of the house. If you get sick ,I'll just let you die, I have neither the will, not the patience to repair your stupidity. If you are trying to run away, be my guest. I will not stop you. Still" he added, putting on a woollen coat, "If I were you I wouldn't. You'll get lost and, if you are really lucky you will die quickly, eaten by an animal. If you're not, you'll agonise to death in cold and pain. Either way, I am not going to waist my time bringing you back. You have been warned." he finished and with a nod exited the house, closing the door shut behind him.


Aemilia looked up to the closing door, her eyes burning in anger through the curly wisps of hair.


***


Upon returning home, several hours later, Daizus was very pleased to see that the girl was still at home and that the bed was made, or should I say that she had tried to make the bed.


Putting the gathered wood by the door, he let out a sigh of relief, undressing himself slowly. She had her back on him and seemed to be lost in thought.


Approaching her carefully, he put a hand on her shoulder, startling her. Her eyes were full of unspoken accusations as she looked up at him.


"This is what you called a made bed?" he growled.


" I told you I don't know how to make the bed" she spoke softly, turning around and moved away from him.


"Well, do you know how to cook?" he inquired unsatisfied. She was supposed to do the menial tasks for him, and not the other way around.


"No" she answered and turned around to face him, crossing her arms. "So, what is my punishment for this. Maybe you will strangle me some more…or maybe it would be better to slap me, huh?"


Daizus just shrugged and resigned himself with preparing the food again. She will learn how to do all this once they reach the village- there were plenty of older women there to initiate her in the tasks a proper wife performs. There was just one thing he didn't understand: how come a woman, a married woman could not do these things by herself.


As he was preparing the food, he looked at her with the corner of the eye and was surprised at the hatred burning in her eyes. She looked as she was about to slay him, the first chance she got and, without even realising it, he found himself admiring her. He was sure that any woman would have been tamed and meek by now, maybe her rebellious side, was not so unpleasant as long as it was kept in check.


"Come here!" he ordered and she reluctantly sat on the spot on the floor he had pointed out. "Eat it!" he pushed a plate filled with food in her hands.


Without casting her a second glance, he started shovelling food into his mouth, happy to sate his hunger. The woods were still cold and darkened by the long winter and he had a hard time catching a hare.


Having finished his food, he looked up at her and was surprised to see that her food was untouched.


"By Gods, woman, what is wrong with you?" he snapped.


"Well" her voice trembled with barely suppressed rage "What should I begin with? I am caught in the middle of nowhere with YOU!" she threw all caution to the wind and hurled the food into his face, jumping to her feet, but could make no other move for she was grabbed and pulled back on the floor.


She shrieked and writhed, trying to free herself form his iron grip.


"Shut up" he growled. "Shut up and eat!"


"No" she shouted back "No"


"Eat woman, or I'll shove it down your throat" he barked, holding her wrists into one hand.


She just trashed around, screaming in a wild rage, but in her crazed struggle she just managed to hit herself in the nose, crying out in pain.


"Eat it!" he ordered again, not phased by her pain.


"I can't!" she sobbed "I can't! My throat hurts too much!" she confessed, still slightly hysterical.


Only now, did Daizus notice the parallel bruises on her neck and the fact that her voice had been raspier than usual. So, he let her go with a "Bene", watching her crawling away from him and curling into a little ball on the floor.


"Try and eat something, or better yet drink the milk" he encouraged her, maintaining the distance. "Then try and get some sleep, it's already dark outside." The man spoke softly, trying to put aside the feeling of guilt that was threatening to engulf him. "I will take a bath" he added.


***


Upon exiting the bath, he noticed that she had drunk the entire jug of milk and that was now resting on the bed. Though too loud-mouthed and opinionated for his liking, he had to confess to himself that he liked her a lot. She was supposed to be like a mobile object, a simple means of revenge against the Romans, not a living, breathing being. He got more than he had asked for, that's for sure, but despite her defects, Daizus found himself charmed with the girl, though he was reluctant in admitting this fact even to himself. He was not willing to let her go now, even if he was more than displeased with her attitude and he decided to tie her to him even more, to undo the bond she and her husband had.


Bare naked, Daizus crawled slowly into the bed, careful not to wake her, straddling her hips, mindful of his weight. She had calmed down considerably, and was peacefully sleeping on her belly, her hand clutching tightly the blanket, the ebony wisps spread out on the pillow. ( I have no idea if the Dacians had pillows, so let's assume they did!).


Daizus carefully undid the back strings that held the large chemise close, then he bent slightly, kissing the now exposed flesh. He slid his hands across her sides as he rained little soft kisses up and down her spine. That seemed to have a soothing effect on the girl as she relaxed some more, unclenching the blanket and thus, allowing Daizus to throw it aside.


He grinned satisfied with how things were proceeding. This was a lot better than their previous encounter, wasn't it? If she had just xed xed the first time………. Well, what's done it's done, better to focus on the present.


Having decided that, he brushed her curly hair aside and started doing some delectable things to her neck, as she alternatively made encouraging sound and soft giggles through her sleep. As enjoyable as it was, Daizus realised that he wasn't going to be able to last for long so he decided to speed up things a little.


Lifting himself up, he took a moment to assess his options regarding the means of taking her robe off, quickly deciding on the easiest and the quickest one - simply to rip it off. Aemilia made a sound of discomfort as the shreds rubbed against her body, stirring slightly but Daizus simply whispered - "Shh…. It's all right, just relax." - , and started massaging her back and shoulders. The girl smiled and slumped into a deep slumber again.


Smiling a little himself, the Dacian shifted his body down her legs, so he could gain full access to the middle part of her body, pushing one knee then the other between her legs. He kissed the sensitive place where the gentle slope of her buttocks started, and she shuddered in delight. The man just smirked, and curled one arm around her pelvis to pull her up, moving to her nether lips, enjoying the way she shivered as his hot breath met her most private area.


His other hand moved to comb her charcoal pubic hair and to spread her already moist folds. Daizus would have smirked at the wetness meeting him if he himself hadn't been in the throes of a powerful lust. Liking his lips, he quickly flickered his tongue up and down a couple of times, then suckled on the little nub of pleasure. Her feet kicking took him completely by surprise and for a moment he thought she had woken up, but as he looked up to her face he realised she was only reacting to his efforts.


His ache too powerful, he moved above her, enjoying the satiny texture of her dark skin (I know it's cliché but I couldn't help it! Yeah, both of them have gorgeous bodies!), bracing himself on one hand for support as the other arm, wrapped possessively around her waist, pulled her closer, forcing her on all fours. Teasingly he rubbed himself against her folds, using the motion to lubricate himself some more. She gasped and pushed herself into his body, breaking his last shred of control and he surged deep inside of her, into the place where nobody had bbefobefore him.


Aemilia gave a high gasp of pain and shock as she woke up from a pleasant dream to a harsh reality. For a moment, she was too dazed to react in any way against the invasion of her body.


"Shh" Daizus cooed softly, not completely understanding her reaction. "That's all right, mea formosa." He whispered in her ear, pulling back and thrusting again, her arm around her waist tightening as the girl started fidgeting.


"Non!" she cried out, tears brimming in her eyes as she fully realised what was going on. "Nolo! Nolo! Nolo! Te rogo !" the girl started trashing madly, trying to free herself from his iron grip.


Daizus frowned, but decided that this time he would not be denied and started a deep, punishing rhythm, ignoring her struggles and pleads. If she wanto bto be difficult, then so be it, after all he was only taking what he was entitled to. ( men!) At some point, she had managed to sink her teeth into his supporting arm, but he was too far-gone to care. The heat, the warmth and the wetness were driving him wild, casting aside any rational thought and leaving only an instinctual need to reach completion. Her smell, the feel of her sweaty skin, the shuddering of the lithe female body beneath him, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh was too much for him.


Aemilia had never felt so helpless in her life, being caught under the large frame of the men, his rapid breathing in her ear, his growls and grunts impossibly close. After the initial pain had subsided her mind went totally into shock, her brightest wish being for everything to be over soon. Her hands clawed at the sheets, tearing them and she fell nauseous as the skin broke where she had bitten him, and blood sprayed into her mouth.


He growled deep into his throat and speed up his rhythm, his thrust so powerful that she felt as if she would be ripped in two at any point, his already painful grip on her tightening, fingers digging deep into her skin. The girl shut her eyes really tight and sobbed as he finally came, spilling himself deep into her, and he unconsciously sank his teeth into her shoulder to muffle his cry of ecstasy.


His arms and legs gave out and he sank down on heantianting and shivering as in the grip of a fever. He groaned softly as he inhaled deeply her smell - it was strange how her skin still smelled like sea and salt and sand even now, when the winter had just ended.


Daizus sure is confused- on one hand she likes her for being so outspoken, on the other hand considers that to be a minus for her. LOL!


~~~~~


Sic erat in fatis = This had been her fate ( Literally, this had been written in her fate)


Magna Greciae = nowadays Sicily


pater, -tris = father


mea cara = my darling ( literally, my precious one )


puella, ae = little girl, but also lover, mistress ( like baby nowadays)
Di IDi Immortales = Immortal Gods ( Used when startled )


mulier, -is = woman


mea formosa = my beauty


nolo = I don't want to


non = no


te rogo = please
About shaving - There were the so called "tonsores" who were workers specialised in cutting hair and beards. It was inconceivable for a man to do these things alone - like it happens nowadays - so that's why Aemilia is so confused.


About kissing - I am pretty sure that they frenched those days. I know it was forbidden for a woman to drink wine and the men were allowed to kiss them just to make sure they didn't. In "The Golden Ape"( I think, but I'm not sure this is where I found the information) at some point they speak about a contest whose winner is to receive seven sweet kisses from Venus herself, out of which "one with her divine tongue". Quod erat demonstrandum!


How come a Dacian knew how to kiss…..you'll just have to read on, 'cause I shall explain it.


Aemilia suffered from what is known as "vaginism". It happens when the woman is too tense and her vagina muscles contract. If a penis should be in it when it happens, it is caught in there (that has happened, y'know!) and my guess it's not very pleasant, neither for her, nor for him.


Publius Ovidius Naso is known in the Anglo-Saxon culture as Ovid. "Rough seduction" is a term that he used in "Ars Amandi".