How Dared He?

I was sweating all over, and my chest rose and fell with deep, rapid breaths. I hoped he would leave again, but at the same time I sensed that he had come to stay.

His hand disappeared from my shoulder, but my relief lasted only a moment.

He reached around my chest from behind and grabbed my breasts through my dress.

I was too surprised and frightened to protest.

This was unimaginable. How could he treat me, a prospective priestess, like this?

My thoughts raced. I searched for words, but it was so hard to concentrate while he massaged my breasts.

Finally, his paws pressed too roughly into my soft flesh, causing me to gasp loudly.

It was only the pain that made me gasp, I told myself. Any other feeling would be highly inappropriate.