She could have died right there as he broke through the virginity that her body persevered, just another wound that would mend when the chance was given. For Iris it would be a terrible annoyance, but it was to be done to contain the perfection that her body was created to hold. Roan turned her curse into agony as he plowed through her delicate walls, stretching without giving time to allow adjustment. Her fueled emotions couldn't hold back the pained response of his entry, weapon slicing between her legs and pulling a moan to interrupt her shrieks.<br/><br/>Still, she fought, hips bucking and knees moving to jab him without aim. The growing frustration was relentless, the hope for some form of returned power scribbled across her features. But it couldn't arrive, reminding her heated mind of her damnation. Carpet burned her bare flesh while his thrusts pushed her harshly, driving the woman across the floor while her body continued to squirm. Was it all from torture, or was there some form of pleasure in his power over her? She couldn't tell, not when the next finger cracked under his command.<br/><br/>Her screams rang out with pathetic cries, choking into the air while he ripped into her harder. She was slick for his cock, adding confusion to couple with agony. There was no answering her love for Roan, not when he stole her breath with the strength of his hips. A chorus of wails and groans lifted from her struggling form, leaving her a crumbling mess after the last digit gave way under his thumb. Daring not to move her arms to see the sight of splintered fingers, Iris cried and stared up at him through the blur of tears.<br/><br/>Finally with the short time for an answer, as his hand planted upon her forehead to keep her steady, the fallen creature locked her sapphires on his lust crazed eyes. Even through her despair there was a mythical strength in her stare, like a warrior who would never surrender. But she could give in, for him, while her heart demanded of such a horrible longing. "Do you.. not want me to?"<br/><br/>Question punctuated with a grunt from an explosion of pain, Iris widened her eyes to the impact of his fist in her stomach. It cracked the mending ribs, rupturing healed bruises while deflating her lungs. She choked for breath and cough violently, before interrupted by further blows. Body growing still with the need to curl in on itself, her hips rose against his pounding and legs bent tightly. All muscles tensed with the threat to tear, and a flush of red brightened her face as a breathless cry formed the shape of her gaping mouth.