He doesn't just chain her second with her first, but with her third, fourth, and even fifth, before he finally filled her womb, and then twisted the genes in her womb and his seed, creating a 'perfect' mortal. He lay against the unconscious female, his skill far too much for a mere mortal to take without either passing out or being hurt, and he rubbed her side, his cat slit eyes almost glowing as he surveyed HIS mortal bride. He could feel her devotion to him, something that still felt strange, even though he had nearly two hundred people offering him prayers.