With power she strips me down with her eyes.
I feel the burning coals penetrate my already emaciating form.
She stalks me with those daggers and they find me in her arms.
Every kiss a confession, every sigh a warning.
“You cannot have this one.”
Bound tightly and gagged I feel my enfeebled form bend to her will.
With each stroke of the blade I grow evermore lustful.
“She should not have come here.”
My droplets of love become puddles upon the sheets.
Enraged I break my bonds of servitude and throw her mercilessly onto the floor.
“She does not understand.”
Her confusion turns to silence with every thrust of my engorged member.
“She did not want this.”
Involuntary pants escape her lips and I drink her fear in deeply.
Thrusting deep I feel the tension, see the blood ooze.
“Her seal is broken. Do what you will.”
Turning her over I dig deep into her backside with my hungry tongue.
Terrified, she acquiesces and I begin the assault.
Her body, torn and ravaged, is filled with my seed and I laugh as only tortured souls do.
The knife wielder is broken.
Bleeding do I lift her in triumph, my ill-gotten trophy.
She collapses in a heap upon the bed and I tie her down.
She nods her head and the voice inside me rages in approval.