Inside her

"FUUUUUUCK!!" you roared, as wads of baby batter flooded her bowels, dripping down onto the counter.

"You bastard..." The barb was barely audible as she hid her head in her hands and wept bitterly.

Thoroughly spent, and already uncomfortable at experiencing the aftermath of your ****, you effortlessly conjure the sphere of Oblivion and shatter it against the side of her head.

She collapsed like a defective marionette. It was expected; a sentient creature could not endure having a piece of its existence tampered with and remain conscious. She'd remember nothing of tonight when she awoke.