His jaw had lowered and water ran to the side as his lips opened when she tried to negotiate. There it was, the start of her descent. That's what he wanted. The isles were tempting, though worth very little compared to the blood they'd shed over generations, but he had other goals in mind. Their symbolic wealth was immeasurable. It wasn't like her words would keep them in his hands for long if the others in her family didn't agree. "Sweet deal. But is it as sweet as your salty gash?" he'd said to her and still went on with what seemed to be exactly what she didn't want.<br/><br/>He moaned with an elegant puff of air when she said her one word refusal. He was clearly seeing her dismay before listening to her. "I'm daring, princess." he pointed out as he suckled her tit harder, the shoulder moving faster, which meant he was probably stirring foam around the length he was gripping underneath the water. This was decadent, wasn't it? He'd gotten himself the best possible toy, the most expensive trinket he could ever have pointed at. They said he'd been mad to slaughter the twins from within, but now he had the Bremmington firecracker, too. In many ways, she was the symbol of their spirit.<br/><br/>He'd meant to fleck the water with his produce. Give milk snakes to the liquid, but now that she'd revealed herself as fearful, he couldn't resist going further with it. He wanted more of her dread. He crawled up from the water, his cock painfully filled. The head of the alabaster rod was crowned with a purple much deeper than his eyes. His limbs were her cage and he easily parted her legs. He licked his statue lips and looked down at her as he dressed his sides with the inside of her thighs. He admired her body and reached to squeeze the tit he'd been sucking on, pinching the nipple sadistically.<br/><br/>"I'm daring, Lyra." he said again as his other hand wrapped around the base of his ivory hammer, and slapped it on her intimate mounds. "What are you going to do?" he asked as the slit of his crown kissed her entrance. The bulb stayed there, sharing its heat with her water soaked body. It was unfair, but the Veil concentrated around her sex, and inflamed it for him. If she didn't know, she would think she was being betrayed by her own quim. "But I'm not a monster, I'll give you mercy if you want. Just ask for death instead, and this will not have been murder, just a kindness." he smiled down at her, face of an angel, holding his demon to her fertile place. "Just say 'please kill me, Mr. Geslack' and I'll give you what you want."