She held herself as still as she could while he tortured her with fingers and mouth, driving that fire to mount flame upon liquid flame within her, waiting for that moment when it would feel as if she were to combust, and he would stop.<br/><br/>But he didn't stop, and suddenly Atnorsa felt the rush of liquid heat he'd teased up inside her explode outward, flowing through all her limbs like the force of a volcano spewing forth it's deathly gift, flooding her bound limbs and making her body arch with a new scream - especially as she was pierced anew with his touch, nethers impaled with furious motion as she loosed her surprise and pleasure at the splintered, unresponsive ceiling above.