She was being so reasonable. Now, after the ordeal, she was saying all the things right. Her heart massaged him with it's drumming wherever he could feel it on her body. Her tit was such a novelty, delivering the meter of her running blood. He believed her promise, and sighed with relief his release had already given him. Another kiss for your neck, then. Their scents were wyverns in the room, and he loved how their tails gossiped of her purity, written in iron aroma.<br/><br/>His hand pressed on her opposite cheek, so his tongue could run over her closest one. It was a long drag, hotter than his breath, delivering all the tingles she could feel through her head. Perhaps he was a bit of a bully then, exacting continued revenge for how she'd upset him. It was mostly possessive, a mark as though spreading himself inside her wasn't enough. Beautiful Valeria, looking into the ceiling, with his flesh still buried in her stomach, having to endure his claiming game in the aftermath, too.<br/><br/>She was sweet when she asked for this to be the last time. At first he thought to agree, and he kissed her now wet face to soothe her mind, but he remembered that it had not been a punishment. His love had just burnt harder when she expressed that she might be taking it for granted, and looking elsewhere for more. It was her that put it in his head, this intimacy, by hiding the condom he found. How else would he have been inspired? His cock, still swollen but not so firm, twitched inside her with the thought of not listening too her at all.<br/><br/>"Then Albert will never know." he said. Could she feel the front of his teeth against her ear? Was it appropriate to grin like that? He stroked her shoulder and sighed. Yes. If they did it a thousand times, the other boy would never know, because he had not business with Valeria anymore. It was a preposterous thing for her to say, wasn't it? Why was she even thinking about that awful person? He tensed at the though, maybe she could feel a bit of the monster stirring in him, now that they were so well acquainted.<br/><br/>"Next time it won't be because you've made me angry." he said and started sliding out of her, as though the sensation it would awake in her already bullied, torn tunnel was part of his point. He gasped with pride into her ear when the dislodging of the cock's head marked the final intimacy between their sensitivities for now. His seed rolled out of her in globs, and the trails were pink from the blood he was so proud of. "It'll be because you want to."<br/><br/>And he wouldn't be a liar about that, not entirely, given what responses she'd try to hide - which he graciously forgave her for - and the help her inner had given him in his advance and retreat.<br/><br/>Eventually he sat up, refreshed and strong, well tucked back into place. Comfortable despite the sweat they'd drawn together. The room was more beautiful now. He stood and bent to pick up her torn underwear, and laughed in happiness at the proof. He tucked them into his pocket and looked at her over his shoulder. Still so beautifully broken, in her thrashed dress and one lewd breast out. "Would you like to see a movie with me tonight?"<br/><br/>They'd not done it in years, but it had been his favorite thing, when mom and dad were asleep. It had been forbidden, of course, to be up so late, but now they were grown and nothing was really out of question, so the excitement had gone, especially when they both had computers in their rooms. It was likely to have a sinister undertone now, when he asked. But part of the horror was that it was in denying him that she'd woken his hard love just now.<br/><br/>"And don't forget to cancel with Albert."