The agonising coldness of the silver piercing against her body makes her moan, and suddenly she forgets everything she wants to do with his horns and wings and  him . A dark chuckle slips past his lips, shadows dancing in his eyes; more seeping out of his mouth and playing with her too. "That’s only the tip, princess," he says and pushes in another inch, stretching her to accommodate the full length of him. "Good, good. Good fucking girl." 