Nicodemus was too busy trying to hold her still while he positioned himself to enter her to notice her knee coming up. It hit him squarely where it counted and he jumped her with a yelp of pain. God, that hurt. That hurt. He could almost see spots in his vision from the pain. It was sharp and strong, making him reach down and clutch himself as he rolled away from her without thinking. The pain didn't subside, but anger flooded through him. How dare she?! How dare she hurt him? Who the hell did she think she was? She was just some pregnant, whore of a witch! She was nothing compared to him!