He saw her mouth widen without bubbles left, and thought she saw a dent in the water among the waves eluding to her drinking her lungs full. It of course intensified her punishment, his hips eager to applaud the show. It felt almost as though the retreat of his cock pulled more liquid into her chest. Pretty Ophelia with her red tresses turned into shadow halo. He reveled in the imagery and continued to compliment it with his carnal efforts. She was so close to breaking the frothing top of her grave, but he made sure she couldn't. And then her kicking and waving stopped. Her cunt was so rigid, massaging him, holding on as though his limb was life itself.<br/><br/>He felt the heat of something else form the side, but when he looked there was nothing. He couldn't care that much, and instead continued to move her body so she'd be ready when she woke. She lived again, his cock had murdered and saved her, and she felt so warm in his lap still as he moved her up and down, the curtain still making sounds around them to attest to his haughty intentions beyond her death. Her coughing squeezed her around his fervent lance, and it responded hard, too. What a dream she was to fuck.<br/><br/>He gasped at the sentimentality that blossomed in him before his seed could flee into her. What a stunning love she had. Perhaps this was the true show of an angel's heart. Her frustrated and then pleading words were more heroine for his self-worth. It was like she was begging for mercy and praising him with the same breath. Roan bit into her shoulder when he made her always virgin inner his again, and grunted into the blood that mingle with the drops on her back. He thought her crimson tasted differently as he calmed down from the fury of desire, and he petted her spine to let her know she'd done well.<br/><br/>"Isn't it like this to love a man?" he asked her, bloody lips to her snaking hair, covering her ear. He sighed with pride as he leaned back against the tub's shortest wall, and slid fingers down to the clef of her ass. She was still impaled on the weapon that had killed her, and fucked her lungs with one of her broken ribs in his room. It was an active tormentor to her, in their relationship. He sighed as he looked at her, straddling him. It was to say that she was beautiful. "Am I all that I should be?" he pressed. He reveled in the hatred he'd felt for his kind before. Flaws can be celebrated, if an angel will be the canvass.<br/><br/>He stroked her cheek fatherly, while the cock twitched in her, as though telling him it wanted more, despite being soaked in her confession and his expelled sin. "I'll love you gently now, if you'll have it." how cruel, to finally be something she was worth, when she'd paid so dearly already. And yet, he was sure his gentle Iris would have it. And he wanted it too, after the monster in him had seen her dead so many times. He felt euphoric, like staring down an endless summer, with the promise of all the freedom and all the forgiveness for his foul self he could ever want.<br/><br/>This was how Heaven corrupted man.