She was a sacrifice then, palms with their blades making off-tune music on the table as he drove into her, pushing the sounds along. Her mouth was giving way to some perversion, or at least an abandon to the pain that her body admitted to, while her sensibilities might still object. And then that little grimace when she was made to sit. It of course twisted her insides in a new way, repositioned them to continue to host the meat spear that had taken her body. Not Longinus, because she was not that half angel and half man, but her bane nonetheless.<br/><br/>Her lips were lethargic, almost like a dream, the way they moved to reciprocate. Darling innocent, being made foul by his desires. And there was no reason to stop. He tasted her announcement that the blades had slipped out from the now larger wounds. It was a good flavor on his tongue as air puffed around it between her cheeks and her somewhat amateur kiss. She tried to protest, but he fucked it out of her throat from where his cock was at the other end, other side of her torso. His puppet, sent from heaven.<br/><br/>He gasped into her mouth when her fingers valiantly came to his face. He looked her in the eye then. They were new or returning lovers, her touch exploring him like he might leave again. But that image was of course tested by the fact that she had him in a taut, forbidden place, and her hands were hollows for his whim. One hand stayed to keep her where she was, while the other took her wrist and  turned her palm away, his handsome features blood streaked and severe from her carrying out his wishes.<br/><br/>Roan put her wet palm between then, covered her mouth in it, and then press his lips against the vacated knife-home on his side. The other hand came up behind her, to press on the back of her head so she couldn't escape, it would serve in keeping her body upright too. And then he stuck his tongue through the wound, out to the outside where her lips waited. Her hand was caught between their mouths and he was licking that strongly flavored iron life while pushing all the way to her tongue, feeding her with her own taste.<br/><br/>All the while his hips became more insistent, shedding lover's shroud and taking on a more hateful pace. His body was used to unusual, sordid ordeals, and stayed at an even pace, as though it might build something in her. Her nerves had been created innocent, never to be spoiled, he wondered what the sensory ravage would do to her. It didn't matter enough to change anything - the way he fucked her ass, the way he licked her mouth through her hand. It seemed all the affections available to her would have to come only through great hurdles of suffering.