On her tits and face

On a hair trigger, you whipped your dick free of its sultry prison before straddling her chest and sandwiching it between her perky tits. Just a few carving thrusts brought you to the point of no return.

"FUUUUUUCK!!"

A bolt of lightning shot through your spine as you unloaded a pearl necklace worthy of the High Queen herself. Lashings of it hit her across the face, matted her hair, and dripped off her chin.

"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.