He was pleased by how she stayed with him. Her body showed signs of tension, but that was also a compliment to him, that she'd learned not to run when he wanted her close. Engel enjoyed her new disposition, and it felt more genuine and lasting than what he'd gotten from her before. The tiger had been beaten back into a kitten. She didn't even care that her gown was being pulled up. Engel's violet eyes took in the growing moist of hers as she answered him. Even the pressure of her palms over his heart was more a courtesy than a real attempt at escape.<br/><br/>"I can help you with that." To ease the pain. Her gown was already above her hips, and they might look like a very spoiled couple then, him in his fine day clothes, and her offering herself in such expensive garment. He ignored her pushing because it couldn't even have kept away a sheet on top of her, and took two of his fingers into his mouth. It insinuated something that she perhaps would be opposed to, but her will was already shattered, so he was sure he'd get to do as he pleased, especially with the vague promise of relieving her pain.<br/><br/>"I actually need you too, for that." he confessed with strings of his magical saliva still binding his fingertips to his lower lip. "See?" he other hand produced his rigid cock between them. She'd know it as her death twice now. If she fretted, as some do when presented with something that had murdered them before, he'd schss her fears and then quickly insert his two fingers with the soothing elixir, to pet away the friction burn Theo had left. It was quite macabre that he offered to fuck her woes away, but it was also clear that he meant to.<br/><br/>Engel rolled on top of her, which perfectly parted her legs around his, now that her sex was, as always, unprotected. He pulled her thighs further up around his hips. Surely this was not what she'd expected when she'd begged for her reprieve, but she had little choice in the matter. This time he didn't lance her with the intention of drawing her maiden's blood. This time he waited for her folds to adjust and take what he slowly inched inside. "Relax yourself. Do you really think I'll stop?" he asked as the monstrous member found its way deeper into her.<br/><br/>She'd already been opened yesterday, today Engel would teach her the pleasures of love-making. With him fully dressed but for the limb that was inside her, and her barely dressed at all, they were quite the image once the sheet had fallen off them. Engel, with all his demonic clever, would have no trouble finding angles and a pace that she'd take to. Pleasure was the perfect cure for her sunken spirit, and he wanted to awaken if not appreciation, then an understanding for why people sought this kind of bliss out. He wanted to make Lyra enjoy the sword that had killed her. And what a victory it would be for him, to bind her like that to his cock, when she'd originally come here to take his life.<br/><br/>He breathed into her ear, enjoying himself at a gentle pace inside the part of her that had hated Theo but welcomed him. "Let yourself feel better, Lyra Bremmington." he whispered lovingly. "It is the best kind of medicine for your troubles."<br/><br/>And in a way, perhaps he was right.