The woman would not leave him; she did not even speak. Anthem Destruction continued to lap gently at her face, feeling a warmth spreading in his body, though it was unrelated to the summer sun looming overhead. The woman flinched slightly. He couldn't help but wonder, once again, if she is in pain. It seemed like she had fallen, but he could smell no blood or see any injury. Her confusion was something he could not comprehend. Everything was growing hazy for Anthem, too, but for different reasons. Shivers run down his spine as he pushes himself closer, moving his body parallel with hers, continuing to lap desperately at the side of stranger's face. He is suddenly overcome with affection that he does not know what to do with, engrossed in the woman's sweet scent, unable to pull himself away as hard as he tries. He is filled with confusion and hesitance, and yet he continues to push, growing somewhat rough as he feels flesh meet flesh.
All he can do is follow his body's commands, not self-aware enough to stop himself. The feeling of the stranger's body against his own is exciting and enrapturing to him and his body wants more. A whimper leaves his lips as he swings his body over her own, an easy feat considering she can hardly stand, pushing her down somewhat aggressively beneath him. He is unaware what he is doing, only knows that suddenly his body is alight with pleasure as two become one, so utterly unaware of the horrible deed he has just committed.
