She acted the part of a true prisoner now, and her body was wonderfully cooperative for his mayhem. She even stayed still for her seeding, and after, which made it easy for him to throw her. When she tried to retreat even her legs into herself, kissing her bloodied thighs together, it was almost too much for him. She wasn't resisting now, and allowed him as close as he wanted. A creature with teeth nuzzling bleeding prey. His cock throbbed for another go at her now stretched and tailored place. It was hard moving toward her, even.<br/><br/>He could clearly see when she discovered her return to power, but it didn't seem to change her disposition much. How perfect she was, his newest pet, understanding the dismay she'd put herself in when she decided to seek revenge. It had been so filling, eating her spirit and pride. A low growl in the long throat when she reacted to what he'd done. His manhood swung with an infusion of blood when she lowered her head, even with the ice back in her veins. He looked at her naked spine when she turned away, knotting herself into a ball.<br/><br/>"There's my Lyra." brought to understand by my violent cock. He wrapped an arm around her and then drew a sheet over them both. Even with the water near and her ballistic spells once again at her disposal, he didn't mind letting her have her freedom. He kissed her cheek as he laid to rest against her, though his length was ominously ready, touching her much like it had under water, firm against her ass. And similar to that event, Engel was fast asleep. She would know the pace of his breathing by now, and how it would hit the back of her neck. His embrace was gentle through the night.<br/><br/>He sighed when he sat up in the morning rays. The servants had already been into their master's room, pulling the curtains apart. The window opened to a secured part of the  garden where their duel had sealed her fate. He stroked her hair. "Would you mind bringing me breakfast?" he asked as he got comfortable against the board, stark naked and lovey. He pulled a pair of thin glasses onto his nose and opened a scuffed book. If she knew the author she would know it was a sordid collection of tales. He seemed to trust her. And it would afford her an opportunity to leave the room, after she'd dressed.<br/><br/>The garden outside swayed slightly in a pleasant breeze, like nothing had happened between yesterday and today. Watching Engel take in the contents of his book - forbidden because of its corruptive nature by many of the city's libraries - it might be easy to fall into that belief, if she didn't already know how wicked and brutal he could be. The decorative glasses were a bizarre touch around his exclusive orbs, and he pulled them down the ridge on which they sat when he looked over at her. "Lyra." he said with some hardness to his tone. "You promised you'd be good." He peeled the spectacles off to waved them at the pitcher. "And put some ice in that for me before you leave, would you?" It was apparent he had complete confidence in her subjugation now, and was enjoying it.