Lyra shivered as Engel's expert fingers found their home inside of her. His cool saliva numbed the pain Theo had caused but she couldn't help but shudder at the intrusion, her walls squeezing in protest at the memory of last night's brutality. However, the Geslack snake didn't pierce her into submission as he had the night before, instead he showered her with a gentleness that left her reeling. It was happening again, he was violating her and there would be nothing she could do to stop him. Lyra was aware of the precarious situation she was in, and it was this awareness (and the knowledge that all her actions were futile) that left her lying like a limp ragdoll. Why fight when there was no change of winning and when her only ally had turned his back on her? The only option was to accept what Engel offered so he wouldn't hurt her.<br/><br/>A whimper left her parted lips as he rolled on top of her. His body's weight pressed into hers and she whimpered more vocally when he pulled her thighs around his hips and slotted his member inside her. She was still tender from the night before, even if his spit had cured her. Lyra winced, eyes shut as he finally buried himself inside. How could she relax when the memories of her being taken violently were still so fresh in her mind?<br/><br/>It took awhile for her to chase the dark thoughts away, but when she finally did, her traitorous body began responding to Engel. He was skill and knew of all the different angles and strokes he could use to elicit her dew. It was his slow and gentle strokes that did it. Her body, hungry for gentleness as it was, began to respond. Her inner grew wet as he proceeded and while the tingling between her legs was almost pleasant it filled Lyra with the disgust. It was written all over her face for Engel to see.<br/><br/>She hated him so much, but more than that, she hated herself for giving in.<br/><br/>As Engel's hips pressed into hers, she bit down on her lip. The pace he'd found was drawing strange noises from the back of her throat, and a strange fire (similar to the one he'd forced her to feel with the veil) was building in her stomach. Lyra hated it and shut her eyes to try and drown out all the was happening.