Oh, she was the image of beauty when she fought for her womb, to protect her very fertility. She had her body's strength back, which was destined to be lacking compared to his, especially when her punches hadn't had the desired effect on his face. How wild the pleasure ran in him, physical release added to the enjoyment of her displayed misery, and continued showing of her inferiority by doing her best, and accomplishing nothing but pleasing him. If not inside, then where, dearest? She made him want to fill her up further with her expression as she became the recipient of his boiling signature.<br/><br/>His beautiful limb was the proof that he'd taken her, and that part of her indeed had been murdered. She looked at it, and he was proud to let her see her ruby traces mingled with his alabaster leavings. He admired the way he'd opened her, and how she was slowly depositing a puddle of pink below her. He gasped, pretending to be hurt when she turned, but in reality she was absolutely adorable in her anguish, especially hugging her own legs which would inevitably continued to spill him out of her. "Oh, but didn't I just? I killed the girl that you were with my man's sword." It was ludicrous, but he said it like he meant it.<br/><br/>He laid down beside her, behind her and licked her shoulder blade generously, coating it in his magic spit. He nuzzled the slick surface until he'd applied the healing elixir on his features, undoing the damage of her rampant fists. He wrapped his arm around her, spooning her gingerly. It might have been sweet if he wasn't her villain, and his cock touched her backside to reach for her sex again. "Don't be like this." he whispered in her ear and gave her relief from his hand to scoop up a little more saliva from her back.<br/><br/>"Here. I can revive your shot maidenhead." he said and then let two fingers slink into to her, arm curving around her hip to present the fingers inside her, where she'd been stretched open. The humming virgin's pain would subside. The implications of it though was that he'd have the pleasure of her new sex whenever he wanted. Every moment could be her first. "You could be immortal with me, Lyra." he whispered in her ear as he held her to his torso. "You could die every night in my arms, and wake up in the morning, unmarred and perfect." A beautiful, nightmarish existence.<br/><br/>He held her tightly at first, but just as his member slacked against her, his grip loosened. His breaths were slower but even against the back of her neck. It would seem the Geslack snake was sleeping, or at least pretending to. If she tried any of the two doors they'd be locked.