Her moans were welcome mementos for him. His little trophies. He'd save them as another step in her continued change, orchestrated by him, and by the sword she'd learned to fear. Poor young woman, with her hips disobeying her mind, lifting for him. They'd never had a chance. Really, this wasn't more fair than when he'd used his strength to bleed her - his knowledge on these things was far above her's too. This was simply another overtaking that placed her at dismal odds.<br/><br/>He found his release and put the signs of it on her. Lyra really was beautiful, painted in what he lost onto her belly and pelvic hill. Initially he saw her opened, the shape and girth of his cock in her pinks folds. How lewd. He thought to have her again simply for that. Her twitches had been adorable, when she'd been tattooed with his white on her whiter skin. What a delicious practice of art, to paint the Bremmington daughter with his cum, and have her do absolutely nothing about it.<br/><br/>She was torn with all the things he made her feel. Her legs gathered, and she might as well have looked him in the eye and said outright that she wanted more, but she was too naive. Unusual for her age. She must never have even ventured the depths he'd visited with her own fingers. Truly, she'd been new when he claimed her. Her burning cheeks begged him to teach her more, but he'd rather her voice come along too. If he only wanted a bedmate, he had many others to choose from.<br/><br/>He stroked her hair as he laid beside her, content and gloating quietly. "Theo?" he asked, almost surprised. "Oh, I think you should make friends wherever you can find them, dear." he offered. His finger trailed down her body to play with the essence he'd left on her. It was cooling. He made a little game of trying to gather it into her belly button. A little hum from him. He was only playing with his toy after all, how could it be unseemly in any way?<br/><br/>"You should seek him out, in fact." he suggested. "How about you seduce him? Boys like that." he offered. "But then remind him he's your friend, so he doesn't think anything else. It is the perfect way to ensure a friendship." he laughed to himself when he'd drowned her navel. "Yes, go lure him in here. I'm sure he'll come. And then, when you'd have him undress, you could invite me into the room quickly. Ah, I'm sure I'll know what to do then." So, betray him anyway.<br/><br/>He liked that idea, but had another, just as quick. His violet, violent eyes glowered with anticipation. "Lyra. Since you're so good. Would you mind turning this to snow?" he asked, swirling his finger in the wealth of cum her belly was dressed in.