Helpless hand, given a mouth that choked on the utensil. She screamed as she ought, and he took it as tribute he was growing fond of. Head titled when he felt her inner close around his finger. Such a difficult body she had. Her story made sense. There were instances in the book that needed to be explained. He supposed angel blood was as good a reference as any. Parlor tricks that echoed from history into the modern world. Not that Heaven cared.<br/><br/>"So like our child?" he asked her blushing cunt and continue to lap, in the middle of the tension in her legs. Such an obedient angel he'd come across. He ate her divine sap and while it had her secret flavors and scents, which made him dizzy out of love, he couldn't sense anything that was otherworldly with her salts. Perhaps they had a newer aroma, like licking off a virgin's lap, but still human. Still, he gouged helpings out with his finger, at them, and stroked her with his tongue. He liked it most when there was no finger at all, and he could simply try her folds between his lips, pulling carefully.<br/><br/>Her voice was honest, at least, coming out gratefully when she didn't meant to while his mouth was so eager for her. His face took on that coat, too. His arms around her thighs to hold her, even if she was doing a great job herself. The kiss was deeper. He'd been in here, yesterday, and in the bathtub. It was all his. She'd become his home. A careful antagonizing of that hooded bud as one of his arms let her leg be, so that hand carefully could nestle between her lower cheeks. A curious finger finding her pucker. He'd given her behemoth agonies, and now he wanted to torture her with other sensations.<br/><br/>His saliva had already ran down that valley, and the tip of that finger made good use of the clear lubricant, circling her were she was her tightest. When he stuck his tongue into her clenching cunt, the finger tried to make its way inside her, too. Perhaps it would hurt, but it couldn't be worse than anything he'd done to her up until now. The knuckles caught on her ring, just a little, as the finger looked deeper, all to the incessant, wet sounds of his mouth on her. What would her nerves do with of all this, the stabbed hands, and her spoiled lower entrances?