[He soon recovered, the collar tightening for a brief second, reminding of why he was doing this in the first place. Not for pleasure, but for survival...though he was afraid that would change. He began to move his hips, hard and rough against Esther, his length easily filling the nun with each rough thrust. He sighed, trying not to moan, his length running right against her walls. Given the tightness and heat she carried, that was going to be impossible.

Seeing the blood on her wrists, he knew he needed to end this quickly. Though that idea ended as he realized their predicament again. Hopefully someone she knew of was on the way to rescue them. He didn't have anyone outside of people who wanted him dead.]

[ooc: Oh I would definitely be interested in other situations! :D]