[ If he wants her to speak, she won't be able to spoil him with her mouth - and so, naturally, she'll roll her hips to grind more firmly against him. At last, between the layers of their slacks, she can really feel him, and it gets her to groan, in turn.

Of course, the mental imagery of such carnage helps, too. ]

Mn-- it was incredible. [ She pulls the bow about her neck loose, popping the buttons of her collar open. ] Attempting to free himself, the demon only made his wounds worse. I shredded his leg clean off, you pierced his gut-- perhaps we could have stopped there, but we didn't. Not until the form was unrecognizable, our uniforms soaked through. Everything that beautiful, glistening, red.