<strong>Emma, fulfilled and calming </strong><br/><br/>She felt him tense, his groans, told her that he was readying to fill her with is seed. As he pressed his body to hers, the clamps pushed into her skin, and she gasped, pain rushing through her body once more.<br/><br/>Then she felt it, his release, warm thick ropes of his seed sprayed deep inside her walls. He filled her so well, she could feel the warmth throughout her body. Emma moaned once more as he emptied into her.<br/><br/>His weight felt like a heavy blanket covering her, adding to the weight of the metal on her body. Soft whimpers came from the mask as his lips brushed her skin and his fingers moved to her breasts. She couldn't see him, but could hear him and feel his movements. She sighed deeply as he removed the first clamp. , A sigh of relief and happiness that it was off her. Her back arched as his mouth unexpectedly replaced that clamp. His mouth felt so good on her after the release of the hurtful clamp.<br/><br/>As he removed the other and did the same, she groaned softly, his movement inside of her aching to have more. She wasn't greedy, but he was making her need him.  Her whole body was beginning to need him. She cursed herself for that. She had slept with the enemy so to speak, and she enjoyed every sweet second of it.<br/><br/>Her voice quivered as he withdrew from her, and she attempted to answer his question- "Y-yes, I-I d-id." Her face was red under the mask. She had just admitted to the devil she was his plaything, and liked it. Emma was now his solely, her fight driven from her by not a menacing beast, but a fallen angel with a feather touch.