can't help thinking that i love it still - M, outis/calypso, dubcon
The thing that Outis hates the most is that her body still carries the echoes of Calypso's cruel, needy touch; like salt biting into wounds that never heal cleanly. Masturbation is a rarer occurrence now than before—the urge hardly strikes, her age and the ache of all she’s endured dulling the impulse, but when it does, she finds that she’s tracing the same patterns over her skin that Calypso once carved into her: IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou on her breath as she forced Outis to come for her again and again. She curses her own weakness when she feels sick in her gut once it’s done, when her stomach and thighs are slick with ejaculate and there’s only herself in the silence: she should be stronger than this, than to give in and crave the ghost of that madwoman.