Confused as he was the Slayer had never really understood what emotions were, though his father had. Eli was one of the many deprived of emotions, only Elder Slayers or Elites were allowed them. Save for when they found someone to love. He had resisted her and the Spirits had seen his resistance, made him weaker - gave him a chance to learn what it was like to feel such emotions. No matter how overwhelming it had been he had given into lust and his desire; but strangely he had warped those. Warped them into what he truly had held deep inside.<br/><br/>Though his fear was bubbling up, fear that he had no idea how to please her like this even though he wanted to make her feel good. Though how much was really his? How much of these emotions were forced? By now force was beginning to loose, he was the victor.<br/><br/>Eli pumped in and out of her at a medium pace, her cry of pleasure made him smile with a sense of determination. He had to make her do more than just a simple cry now, he wanted her to react, to give into him more. His left hand trailed drown her front till it touched down between them, then it smoothed over her once more to join his right at her chest. His palms pressed over her mounds softly as he played with her there, Eli also moved and placed a deep heartfelt kiss to her lips. Every thrust he was doing by now was much stronger, more heated, as well as more in pace.