And does the creature show any sign of remorse, any sign of caring, that he has drawn water from her eyes? Not a bit. Cry she may, but it does not stay his member from finding the place it must be. A huffing grunt, would precede the sharp and sudden pain she'd feel as his member none-too-gently pushed all the way into her.<br/><br/>As he was fully engulfed by her, he seemed to take a few seconds to luxuriate in the feeling of her warm tightness. But soon, his hands move to her wrists, keeping her firmly and truly pinned down, and he began to pull out. Just as the tip was about to slip free, she'd find him plunging back into her, in a fast, but steady pace.<br/><br/>Cry she might, but the sound above her is one she knows well; it's purring. Happiness. Joy. Pleasure. The hell-spawned thing above her was thoroughly enjoying himself, and planned to for quite some time.