After her beautiful burst of pleasure she came back to him, the kind chemicals ebbing away to leave her to the reality of the situation he built for her. She was not so enamored in his meddling with her last little decimal, but he thought she should not make such pretty sounds, then. Her fingers tried to clutch what kept her hands in place, and the reflex was lovely, he thought, like little signs of life in the staked parts. She was tortured by what he was doing, trying to present his flesh to a place where it hadn't been.<br/><br/>It was expected, of course, and she was even better than the other girls who'd also been new to this. Something with her really revealed her past life, in the dignity of her discomfort. He gasped with delight to feel the hug of her thighs onto his hips, and really thought it felt like encouragement. He'd certainly take it as such. It couldn't, she couldn't, stop him from moving further. It almost made him crazy, having propped her like the man who she'd revealed to an angel son, while at the same time bending and stretching her filthiest access point.<br/><br/>Her loud screams only brought the weapon further into her. Of course it hurts, beloved Iris. She became so simple in her agony. His cock started pumping precum for her, but it was likely too little lubricant too late. Her breathed scream, shown only on her face, wrinkling her cheeks and damn near breaking her pulled open lips was absolute rapture, a beautiful reward for this dirty endeavor he'd made her part of. Couldn't that face be in churches instead? A lot more young boys would come, confused. "Relax you damn ass, Iris!" he barked out, commanding voice from the bad man to the lost angel.<br/><br/>He started fucking her harder soon, and grunted in his own pain. It was cruel, but he eventually stopped the thrusts and kept himself a bit away form the table, and instead pulled at her hips to come to him. Again and again he bounced her like this, while the wooden legs complained against the floor, her only point of fixture the very utensils that was hurting her. He gritted his teeth and sighed in the labor, but it was a good exercise. How many would live without getting to fuck a celestial's backdoor?<br/><br/>"Don't you love me." voice soft again, as he looked down at her, hurt but with lusts radiance. Such a strange sentiment amid these violations. He tugged harder at her body, and thereby her wound. His proud member was finding a good home in her guts. He shook his head. "Why won't you embrace me, Iris? Did you lie?" he pushed. It was to compliment the pain on her conventional nerves, that he put lashes on her heart, meanwhile. He wondered if she understood it as affection, because he was wholly concentrated on her now. This was the worship she was warranted. This was the worship she was for.