He reveled in the scent of blood, and getting to watch it coat the instrument of her downfall was almost enough to bring him over. The male ego is a deceitfully simple thing, its own beast, with a specific bloodlust. She did hold on like a lover, even if it seemed like she was simply clinging for comfort, so she wouldn't disintegrate in this painful, new thing. He laughed, couldn't hold it back, darkly when she said something about the heat of this connection. Yes it is hot, Haley. And then she held on in a different way, when they were off the counter together. Her inner held him far more as a favorite than her heart held Cain. Keida was proud of that, at least.<br/><br/>The image of some stolen moment in her childhood bed - her rumpled dress the sheet, where she'd been willing or asking for him - was gone when she laid up the forbidden name into the air he thought he'd claimed. Her whimpering assurance that he was too much for her, and then her request for a slower pace would have done wonders to him, to feel even more like her conqueror, if she hadn't said that infernal, short name. But Keida needed her to be addicted to him, and in asking she was accepting, and even trying to change the experience to something more to her tastes. She was complicit now, in his violence on her soul.<br/><br/>Still, he hated her for an instance and in that heartbeat he stabbed her one last time, deep until he bottomed out in her, before finally slowly finding the pace that she'd been the most keen on, on the counter. That was his answer for her second question, this kinder tempo, to win over her cunt so he could start enslaving her to her own impulses. If she thought her mind and body could let this go once they were finished, she'd not learnt herself or the human longings well enough. There was still the matter of her first question, though.<br/><br/>"Does it matter if he knows?" he whispered in her ear between satisfied huffs. Pleasure for her slit, and poison for her earshell. He meant to lace her guilt with the joy of being fucked. "Doesn't Cain forgive everything? He's such a good boy. That's why you like him, right? He wouldn't be worth it if he doesn't love you for who you are." a dangerous theory for her to believe in, given she'd been made to ask Kieda to change her. He was sure the fires all over her being would engulf such complicate addition. "Now, don't slack too much." he reminded while he continued to find the best frictions inside her. "be honest about what you feel, and ask for more." he said.<br/><br/>"how does this feel for example." a firm large hand laid across her thin neck, squeezing gently. It was kind of advanced, but a girl as submissive as Haley might find the restraint, threat and implication daunting in an attractive way, if she'd be so honest with herself. His hips were still diligent in her service. After she answered, he'd feed her his tongue again, to bring her along in the momentum of their debauchery.