Engel watched her bravery as she moved closer. There was determination among the fear and disgust. His little book, read aloud with every shift of her expression. There was nothing that showed on her that he didn't want. She looked at the dishwasher with such heart that she'd given Engel every string he ever needed. It filled his shaft with an impossible amount of blood. It straightened, waiting for her to do great work. Pinned down she was lovely of course, bleeding and frightened, but now she had to move on her own volition. That was worth more.<br/><br/>Theodore tried shaking his head again. He felt weak, more so than the little violence Engel had touched him with should have caused. He couldn't feel the Veil presenting itself on his skin, but he should have guessed by the way Lyra looked at him. His eyes were desperate to do something, anything, to stop her when she bent her legs in front of the all-knowing monster. How could anything be alright if she was made to do this? He swallowed when her breath faltered. It was an inhuman weapon she was tasked to brandish.<br/><br/>Engel sighed in absolutely satisfaction when she finally put her mouth where she'd agreed. She was undone with this, and the triumph over her pride was just as delicious as her lips and tongue. He stared intently as she ate her own color off the very object that had speared her to submission, yesterday, while she'd begged. He touched her hair affectionately, to keep it away from her crying face. "Look at me, Lyra of Bremmington house." he insisted, like she wanted to be reminded of her long heritage now. It was another insult.<br/><br/>Engel was the master of his own properties. He could very well last longer than the muscles of her jaw, but he didn't need to endure and keep pleasure at bay. His point was made. Theo shifted on the ground eventually, the Veil receded, and sat up on his knees but with his head lowered. Like any hotblooded, young male, he found lust in all this misery, and the uniform tented slightly around his crotch. The Temlin son had the decency to hold his hands there discretely, hoping that Lyra had not seen. Engel didn't blame the boy. It was quite a daunting scene, with the beautiful, usually cold girl, bathing a powerful cock with her saliva to clean away her virginity's testament.<br/><br/>Eventually Engel arrived where he wanted, and left a puddle on her tongue before he took his hips back to mingle the pale ropes of a man's burst with the tears wetting her cheeks. Competent always, Lyra had done well in finally erasing the traces of her innocence on his lance. He ran his hand through his hair in gloating nonchalance. "Well," his breathing wasn't quite level, but it was not something he was trying to hide. "I suppose I have you to thank for that, busboy." he commented and then tossed her by her hair toward Theo. The servant coughed on his frustration and shame when he reached for her, to try and comfort her, and maybe stand her up. "Oh, no." Engel said. "She's not for you. But the dishes are. Go ahead and get back to work. She's sacrificed a lot so that you can remain healthy and able to do so." The words took the air our of poor Theo.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry, Lyra." he whispered and stood, turning his green eyes away before leaving with hasty steps. Engel smiled down at the woman.<br/><br/>"Please be sociable today. I don't enjoy a gloomy pet." he said and then turned away from her, leaving her to come back to the house when she saw fit.