Her threats continued to sugar the offering she had become. It would seem hurting Bremmington yielded beautiful results. The world had never taught Engel to be kind, because most of his successes came from creative cruelty. That was why he had no real desire for the crown, and left his father with the meaningless title. In some ways, it had helped the young, actual ruler of the Geslack house. He only mixed with choices if he was interested.<br/><br/>She asked him again, fishing for a miracle in his void of a heart. The hollow didn't answer her, just as her tone suggested. Monsters are predictable. But it was lovely that she'd try. She had treated him to a lot of her expressed distress already. Perhaps he thought he was owed when he didn't get to see the twins slowly explode. Engel admire her, the way he'd rendered her, and she could feel his heartbeat through the spear that connected them. He almost chuckled in delight when the Veil's trick warmed her for him, and she didn't understand it at all. Oh, the faces the desperate make.<br/><br/>He stroked her cheek, benevolence on his forehead where his white strands stuck, when she said what he wanted her to. He nodded. "I will." he said and let that hand touch fingertips over her lips and down her chin, between the tasted breasts, and to her stomach to eventually rest on her pelvic hill. He looked at her as he increased the pressure between his swollen head and her inflamed petals. "I will stab you to death." he revealed.<br/><br/>He sighed with desire now that he was setting the plan into action. It wasn't like he would wait too long to have her, even if he'd liked playing with her emotions. He started introducing his length into her. "Ah, the things I do for hospitality." he muttered gingerly as he leaned forward, breathing like her cunt was sucking him in against his preference. "I know you bathed, but Bremmingtons are so dirty, still." he laid close to her, his back arching to slide deeper into her obviously untried tunnel. He laughed when he could feel its newness, it was a self-congratulatory sound, clucking slow in his throat.<br/><br/>"But I suppose I can offer my cock up for it, if it makes you happy." he said as he drew back, and then stabbed her again, building a rhythm he liked quickly. As good as she was considered with her rapier, he considered himself with his cock. It helped him to be able to activate her nerves too, and run them wild around her sex. While he had taken away her outer strength, everything inside should be as it was before his involvement, all her clenching muscles, all  her organs.<br/><br/>After pleasuring himself in her for a few excruciating moments, he touched above her chest, other hand still on the tile to keep his shoulder elevated so he could thrust at a good angle. "Here." he offered and drew away the spell to restore her body's former vigor, though he left her nerves screaming to see if that would weaken any attempt or resolve to flee. Her power over the water was not gifted back, though. He was confident, but he wasn't stupid.