He lifted his brow in mild amusement as the one before him twisted their body and howled in pain. He turned the hilt of the blade, smirking as the blood came forth, fresh and with more vigor at each heartbeat. The smirk faded as the person fell atop the blade, dead. He tossed the limp body aside, the body thumping onto the floor, twisted and revealing the mangled flesh of the man's chest that had been ripped apart by the blade.

He tilted his neck, the vertebrae within cracking in load pronounced intervals. He looked behind him with a grin upon his lips, the bloodied sword turning with his body to show the last person there. The look of absolute terror filled their eyes as he lifted the blade to slice through the ropes above her, causing her to fall to the floor and stumble backwards into the wall. The grin turned to another smirk, his hand reach out to grab the hair about her head, pulling it back and lifting the blade to touch along her neck, the cold steel causing her to struggle some. It was silenced with a sharp tug of her hair, the blade running shallowly into her neck. He withdrew the blade, keeping her neck held back, leaning his head down to lick across the bleeding wound.

She struggled more, the binds around her wrists locking her arms behind her back. she folded her legs beneath her to fall to the ground. The smirk upon his maw was twisted with the sheer pleasure from the taste of her blood. He stabbed the sword into the wooden floor beside him before kneeling and slowly lifting her chin with one of his black gloved hands. She quickly snapped her head away, but this was retorted by the pull of her chin to look into her eyes as his other hand running slowly down along the wound on her neck, smearing her blood lightly across her neck before he moved and kissed her. She cried out and returned to struggling, whimpering through the cloth gag she still wore. Her eyes had become clouded with fear and desperation, but her struggles were useless.

His smile twisted again, reaching down and pulling a small knife from his waist, he reached down to her ankles and cut the bind that held her legs together. she kept her legs together, watching him with utter horror of what he was planning on doing. He looked within her eyes, twisted lust shining brilliantly within his own. The hands came down to the top of her thighs, before slowly running along either side of them and pulling them apart. The blade he held sliced through the fabric of her pants, just off to the side, and using his other hand to tear open the fabrics and revealing her body. With his own now between her thighs, she only could struggle more frantically, but was unable to close her legs.

He looked over her body, his eyes piercing her as sharply as the sword had the dead man behind him. His lust only grew as his finger rubbed along her soft flesh, before slipping within her slowly, and she watched, wide-eyed in disbelief. He moved a hand to undo his pants, slipping them down enough to be able to reach within his boxers and produce his hardened cock. Slipping his fingers from her he rubbed the tip along her folds, before he slowly pushed himself within her body. starting to thrust, he was not gentle with her virgin body, the pain and screams muffled by the cloth in her mouth. It was not long before the thrusts began to cause her to groan and grunt through the cloth with undesired pleasure. As he continued, harder and faster, moans began to seep through the cloth, the pleasure engulfing her.

Harder, and faster; and she no longer can hold it back. She cries out in a muted scream, her struggles ceasing, allowing him to do with her body as he pleased. Thrusting faster, he gave a low growl, thrusting hard and deep within as he released, each slowed, but powerful thrust afterwords pouring more of his seed within her. her eyes closed as she is overcome with the sensation. Slipping from her body, he used the knife to slit the gag, standing over her while she panted in extacy, letting his dying cock drip within her open mouth. After putting himself away, he rolled her onto her side and undid the binds of her wrist, her not even trying to argue or run. After she was unbound, he lifted himself up, withdrawing his sword from the floor and placing it on the scabbard on his side. Starting to walk from the room, he heard a gulp behind him, among the panting.

"Please... Again... Master."