He loved seeing her like this, despite what act he put on. The maiden of battle, who'd gone into this line of work on a ridiculous whim. A heroine of justice with her saber, promised great acts by her guides. And here was her reality, as disgusting to her as it was beautiful to him. He wanted to take a picture, of course, but he still needed to convince her he had no part in this, even if he'd gotten to enjoy taking her first against her will, and still have her asking him for help after, trusting him.<br/><br/>He hid a grin when she retreated from his cock, her puddle of blood and cum a beautiful rosy color, a smudge to immortalize that the confident scythe had only been a hole for her lover. He'd always savor how her inner walls had held on for dear life, and then tore for his girth. Poor girl on adventure, unable to withstand the darker side of saving the world. He'd taken her, and some of her romanticism tonight. Her hands crossed over the cunt he'd christened, splayed with his potent product. And she'd begged him to be himself through it all.<br/><br/>He sat with her a moment, stroking her hair and keeping her to his body. It was under the guise of collecting her and himself, to get the strength they needed to escape from this forever ruined place, but really he was reveling in the moment, remembering the scents of her body after it had been claimed, and her sobs as she still allowed her violator to hold her. He kissed her head and drew in the frightened and distressed perfume from her scalp. Silver eyes beamed darkly when she couldn't see from where he'd put her in his lap.<br/><br/>Eventually, when the blood down her thighs was cold and dry, and the monster liquid on her had set into her clothes and skin, he moved to evacuate them, making sure she'd gotten all the misery possible out of the scene. His Xlayer Priex shroud quickly took him, cock hidden again. He was fully clothed when she was still in the rags that told the story of her dismay, of her inability to hold on to her innocence. It was easy after that, to hold her like a bride in his arms and jump. His powers easily took them through the air, and he arched from rooftops until he could duck in through the skylight of his apartment.<br/><br/>It wasn't the first time she'd been here, but their courting had been slow and polite so far. They'd had a few meals here but she'd never spent the night. Kuram hurried to put her down on his couch and wrap a blanket around her, his battle robes finally giving way to his day-time clothes, the ones he'd worn when they were on their date, when she had still been joking and smiling and killing enemies on a screen. He was on his knees by her legs, holding her shoulders.<br/><br/>"Juni..." he tried and stroked her hair back. "W-what can I do? Do you want use my shower?" And whatever she wanted he'd give her. As macabre as it was, Kuram liked her. He'd been smitten the first time he saw her, and had worked toward this moment. She was his, and she was meant for this kind of torture, but that didn't mean he didn't have his own kind of affection for her. The tenderness was real, even if he lied while giving it to her.