Her tunnel, though burning, stuck to him on his way in. It was painful, but it also let him know he had her perfectly against her will, and that she could do nothing to vindicate herself but make her body even tighter around him, like that was any kind of punishment for a man. Her begging kept him hard if the pleasure hadn't. It only made him visit her bottom faster. The blood painted his ivory length and in the end made it easier for him to have at her.<br/><br/>How beautiful her emptied eyes were. She'd come here to fight, to slay, and found herself a toy, now at the receiving end of his very manhood. She'd offered herself up, rewarding him for having killed her siblings. That thought had gone out of her now, and she was just trying to hide away, inside. But inside was exactly where he was. At least insulting her last name had her moving a little under him. The hot, stiff object started to look exactly like a murder weapon, the way he'd promised, going in and out of her natural wound. Even in the air, drunk on steam, he could smell her intimate blood. What a perfectly delicious gift she'd turned herself into.<br/><br/>He controlled his breath in anticipation when the fuel came back to her eyes's fires. It was his doing too, and let him see the contrast between her given up gaze and this new, invigorated hatred. It came with the added pleasure of her cunt's moist. What a perverted woman she was turning out to be. He touched his teeth together behind his lips, and settled his tongue at the bottom of his mouth to ready himself. His head inclined to study her when her hand balled and moved back. He didn't stop her.<br/><br/>The pain ran through his head like a fisherman's net onto water, thrown from the bridge. Engel coughed into the air, which let out a pink cloud of noseblood. She could be able to feel his cock twitch at that. He wrapped his hands around her neck and punished her hips harder, but let her arms be free. He was going to match her abuse with his own. Her nails visited his pretty features, and cut them into macabre surfaces. He groaned in the intensity of it, and only deflected with his rolling shoulders when she wanted at his eyes.<br/><br/>He fucked her harder for it, and squeezed her throat even smaller. Whenever he licked his ruined lips they would heal within the beat of a heart. Dark miracles above her, as she was exacting everything her physical body could, while still offering him the intense hug of her sex, and he offered her his around her windpipe. With his ceaseless healing saliva, and his untiring hips and hands, her rebellion would only serve to deliver some satisfaction to her, an outburst, but not win her her freedom. His face stayed above her, at different levels of her delivered massacre, but they eyes stayed a constant, glowing and admiring her spirit, while never fearing it.  Even her fight was his design.<br/><br/>"Aren't yo having fun now, tearing me apart?" he hissed when her fingers tried to dig out his teeth from his cheek. "I am drawing your blood while you're drawing mine. How uncivil, Bremmington." He was still spearing her hard.