The woman lying beside me is asleep.

Soundly, profoundly asleep.

Above, a skylark at the peak of its ascent.

Below, the warm fronds of bracken move in the breeze, caressing our naked skin.

A bumblebee, pausing by, circles the woman's face, which is glazed with my sweet secretions.

A moment. A lifetime.

The woman stirs.

The skylark falls.

Now I am being lifted.

My legs spread wide.

I am being opened.

Sharp teeth find me as fingers probe. The woman growls as she hurts me.

A fox barks just as my climax drags the scream from deep inside me.