If he hadn't already commanded his length's hardness, it would have filled flawlessly at the image she nurtured under him. Such a fitting personality she wore, afraid and willing to please him. It was quite the compliment to a man, to have a pretty girl such as Lyra be completely subservient at the threat of a visit from his manhood. That kind of rousing was useless without knowing he'd have his release, so really, her fate was sealed by her own loveliness despite the wishes in her pleading. How hopeful she had been - he'd fallen inlove with her naïve eyes then - and watched her move away in hurried gratitude.<br/><br/>She tried her pleading again, once more under him. Her tears glittered even when he'd served her up for himself. The belly of his weapon divided the cleft of her rear and he felt her warm as the head slid in that valley and eventually positioned to kiss her virginity again. It twitched and he groaned almost in painful lust when she was made to spit on his palm, which really meant she was protesting for herself - like saying prayers to an idol that would never listen - while knowing her fate would come, anyway. He kissed her temple with pity while his hand moved down to soak her non-magical saliva on the weapon that had already killed her once today.<br/><br/>"Keep begging and I might stop." he said, greedy for her voice and broken hope even during the act. He still started sinking into her. He was happy for using her spittle then, because she was tighter from this angle, somehow, but it also allowed him to surge deeper into her. He was not gentle this time, wrapping his palm and wrist over the top of her head to keep her in place, and not let her slide off the bed when he thrust. He moaned loudly into her ear, to cement her situation and wake her out of any inward escape she tried.<br/><br/>"You're becoming mine." he said, breaths huffing out with his impacts. He was truly using her for his own pleasure. "You're taking my shape." he assured her. It was an ideal position, and they might have been lovers if not for her sounds, having tumbled in passion, wayward on the grand bedding, until her head was off the side. His hips bounced rhythmically off her ass, cock stirring up her inside just the way he liked. Eventually he didn't need to hid her head anymore, when he tried himself from straight above, burring her body deeper into the bed with each landing. His toy. Her punishment.<br/><br/>Engel felt perfectly justified, since she'd done this to herself.