He waited, tensed, pushed in as far as he could go, and still pushing in further. Sidhe cried out from the agony of it, of being so speared and unable to move. Her legs banged against the sides of his greaves as she writhed in the pain of being entered so forcefully. Her head arched back against the grass, and she would have raked his face had he not taken each of her wrists in his fingers. .....