Ryan
It felt so warm. Her walls practically strangled his shaft with love, coating it entirely in her still bloody fluids.
Ryan looked down at her. There was still distance between them, still part of him that was separated by his dick. He wanted to be closer, feel her hair brush against the V taper. Yes they were close, he could feel what was inside of her, but its not enough. He wanted to be closer, to be touching as much of her as possible. The only way to do that is through pain.
"Blood is our favorite meal, served best with pain," he said, understanding fully how corny it sounded. Ah well, she can't give him a look if she was gasping from the agony.
Still, as he pushed his hips further, a part of him silently wept on her behalf. He didn't want her to suffer, at least not for the long term. No, all he wanted was to make her feel pain in the moment, delivered by his own hand. With a mighty thrust, he broke through her cervix, entering her most forbidden area without care. She would have to say goodbye to her abs once this was done, at least for a bit because he was going to fill her up by the end.
However, not now.
Slowly but surely, he pulled out, watching her reaction the entire time. On one hand he wanted to see her pain, but on the other, he wanted to make sure she was ok. It was an odd feeling.