You and Me After All by Chiaztolite

Defiled

When it was all done and he regained his senses, he saw her underneath him, pressed onto the ground. Bruises blossomed upon bare, chafed skin. Red smeared the inside of her thighs.

His handprints were on her hips. Pink welts marred her skin from where his claws had scratched her. Beads of blood bubbled from the parts where he had dug in too deep.

Defiled. By him.

As he staggered back, all he felt was shame. Millenia of training himself to assert self-restraint washed away by one moment of weakness. In the end, the beastly side of him ruled, and he proved he was nothing better than the rest of those maggots and insects he had always lorded over.

After it was all done, he could only watch as she clambered to her feet slowly. She kept her head down, eyes glued to the ferny floor.

Wordlessly, she clutched the tattered remains of her priestess garb to her chest and limped away.