Theo didn't know why this was all so engaging. Engel was a master of commanding attention, and to make the audience feel what he wanted. There should have been enough proof of that in how he'd leashed and mentally collared the proud Bremmington firecracker in a day's worth of hours. Theodore was deeply ashamed of that little jealousy spiraling in him. He also wanted her obedience like this - he'd taken anything she'd give, really. How pleasing her blush was and how drawing the escaping gaze in her eyes. Would he ever be so powerful to make her feel so much?<br/><br/>The servant's cock moved, very piqued by her sound she made at Engel's order. The Temlin servant, now more like a slave, did what he was told and thought it was absolutely horrible and beautiful at the same time that she'd have to open her mouth for him. He bit his teeth together so he wouldn't groan when Engel thrusted into her to have her lips part for the food. It looked like they were engaged in intimacy, right there. Was there a hole through her dress? Was she actually being skewered? The suggestion incinerated Theo's susceptible imagination.<br/><br/>Theo visibly choked on what he wanted to say when Engel shared in her bite. With her eyes closed, Theo even moved a little closer, painfully fascinated by his crush being subjugated and her mouth splayed open for inspection while she ate. Even her lowered head after the exhaustingly interesting kiss was scrumptious to him. Why was he like this? Was he evil, too? Or was Lyra simply so beautiful?<br/><br/>Engel knew the darkness in any man, and it was easy to coax it out of the innocent boy. "Seems your knight in shining armor might be a marauder, after all." he whispered in her ear. Her king pulled at the skirt of her dress until her legs were laid bare all the way up to the apex. "On your knees, server." he ordered Theo, and without fail, the boy automatically fell. This brought the green eyes at level with her thighs. She'd not worn undergarments. Was is on order of Engel? Engel had and easy time pulling her legs apart, to grant the hero that had wanted to save her in the garden a look at her claimed innocence. Theo took a parched breath as he saw her intimate details, supported from underneath with Engel's bulge.<br/><br/>"She begged me to stop." Engel continued. "Her voice is very lovely when she's upset like that." Engel petted her bare cunt possessively for the hungry onlooker. "How does she look to you?"<br/><br/>Theo wanted to whisk her away. Perhaps if they ran, and she could fend off the guards, they could both be free of this house in time, and she would never have to suffer this picturesque torment again. He would treat her well and then she'd be home, safe. He did none of that, because he was completely paralyzed, staring at her delicious offering. He swallowed miserably. "B-beautiful, master."<br/><br/>"Should I let Theodore Temlin, my Vannesroot, taste you, Lyra?" he asked her ear. "Look at him. He seems hungry enough." he said and nodded to the tented crotch in the servant's uniform. "What do you say? Should we be kind to him?"