"Talos." She cried.
He began to thrust his hips, moving slightly deeper every time, and his hands wandered over her smooth skin. He listened to her breathing grow heavy against his own, encouraging him to take her as he felt her hands go to his sides to hold on. He was so hot, and the deeper he moved into her pussy the tighter she felt, he couldn't take it, he needed her body to swallow him. He took hold of her hips and lifted her, pulling her all the way over his intrusion. He filled her completely, wearing her body like a tight glove. She cried out, her nails dug into his sides, piercing the sensitive skin and she cringed against the pain, sobbing beneath him with her tears. He didn't want to hear her cry, not now. He kissed her mouth hungrily, keeping her as silent as possible so he could enjoy himself.
He thrust her with his dick, with as much force as possible, but she was still so tight, tight like her body wanted to cast him out. He grabbed her knees and pulled her legs around him, opening her wider. He lifted her ass with one hand, pushing into her as she arched, and the new position caused her to pull her mouth away from his and scream more. Her nails were sunk into him, digging at his sides, he wondered if she broke skin. He tolerated the pain as best he could and then dropped her again and grabbed her violent hands, pinning them to the bed with his own. Her legs were still wrapped tightly around him as he jolted her body with each stabbing thrust.
Sabine realized the pain was fading, but she felt dizzy. She arched her back, trying to relieve this frightening feeling, the one that told her she might faint. She felt his mouth at her breasts again, he had the clamps and he suddenly pulled the first off with his teeth, she screamed. He moved to the second nipple, forcing the clamp off, pinching her again, and again she screamed. Her convivial nipples were his for the taking now and he did, sucking them as hard as he could. Her struggle to free her hands only brought him to pump her harder as the feeling of being wrapped in her womb overwhelmed him. He lifted her suddenly, pulling her on top, pulling her further down his shaft and the sudden switch shocked her as she sat mounted over the erect organ.
"Ride me Sabine." He demanded, "Do it!"
She remained frozen as he held her hips over him, and then began to lift her, forcing the action until she complied, tears still soaking her face. She moved slowly, trying to understand, and when she finally did find a tolerable rhythm he followed it with his hips, groaning in ecstasy beneath her. After she rode him for a generous amount of time her knees began to give in, she was still dizzy, and her pussy fell hard over him, stunning her and bringing him immediate, animal-like pleasure. He saw she wasn't going to be able to keep up, mounted over him the way she was, so he rolled over her once again, bringing the pace to a rampant thrust.
"Talos!" She pleaded again.
"Shh... open up Sabine, that's it girl, open to me."
He was moving faster now as she opened gradually for him, wet and perfect. He kissed her neck and slowly she began to relax, but it took time. He pounded his new territory for what could have been hours. The night sky through the window had grown black and it began to rain, the scent drifting through the room with the cold air, and they humidified the bed with their heat. He was all over her, touching everything he could and in the excitement a wandering finger made its way to her rectum again, pushing inside, just deeper than before. Finally he felt the flow of her orgasm, one she would probably not feel as powerfully, being her first time taking in the entirety of a man. But she moaned, a small moan of mixed pleasure and pain and he let out his own muffled sounds, his sweat dripping as he kissed her face sloppily. He felt his own climax coming, and he lifted her body close and tight against his, their skin melting together as he exploded inside of her, giving a few more slow thrusts before he fell out of her chasm along with their mixed fluids. He felt her shaking uncontrollably beneath him and wearily rolled off of her, lying sprawled on the bed against her as a deep calm came over his body.
Talos breathed heavily, taking in every breath carefully, listening to the sounds of the night, still feeling his prisoner's body around his dick, it was her wetness, and it was glorious. He felt a strong sense of peace, but that all faded when he looked at Sabine. She was staring at his scar, and all of the tension he had just released on her came back with fury. She cried as he suddenly lifted her from his bed, carrying her like she was an immediate threat he had to dispose of. He brought her back to her cold dark prison and dropped her carelessly on the bed before he retreated back into his own chamber, tightly locking the door before he stood there heaving for several moments.
Talos proceeded slowly, stopping as the mirror caught his eye and he went to it, looking at his reflection, what he saw to be his disfigurement. He thought he had come to terms with the hideousness of his scar, but suddenly everything was different. He released a masculine scream just before he threw his fist at the mirror, shattering it and bloodying his hand. His hand burned with ache, but he didn't care, he ignored it as he staggered back to his bed. He could still smell Sabine in the air, over his skin, he was drowning in the pheromones still, and then he came to the place where he had taken her. The sight of her blood over his sheets seemed almost alarming. It was blood drawn when he had taken her, he had expected it, but still, something felt wrong, so very wrong. He felt sick and faint, he covered his face, and wishing he could hide his damaged face from himself he collapsed onto the floor in a splash of despair.
Sabine felt something strange in her deep sleep, a weight against her. She had not seen Talos in days she suspected, she had lost track of how long it had been. Her body had been recovering. She knew he had been there, he had left food, but always before she had awakened. It had seemed he was avoiding her and she appreciated that, although she had pondered over him and his absence. She had been thinking of ways to escape since she had arrived, and now she thought she might have seen a weakness in her host.
Talos had always seemed so certain to her before, so strong, but the way he had acted after brutalizing her like an animal said otherwise. He had acted out of rage, with no control and it had looked to Sabine like he had regretted it, not that the thought of his regret softened her anger towards him.
She tried to drift back into her deep sleep, but there was this weight... what was it? Her room was warm and she felt the heat of light under her eyelids. She had not had a fire in days. She forced herself to peek from her closed eyes. There it was, a fire in the fireplace warming her room. And the weight behind her... it was still there. She felt the heaviness shift and then she realized it was skin, warm skin against her back. Her body felt heavy from sleep and she couldn't bring herself to look, but she saw what was on the floor, silk robes and man-sized slippers. She felt something else, just against the crease of her ass, and surprisingly it took her a moment to figure out what it was. It was a half erect penis.
Sabine froze for a moment, trying to determine if she was being attacked, but then she heard the sound of soft snoring against her neck, and his breath as he shifted again. She began to turn, carefully, not wanting to wake him. She knew he was there but seeing his body half covered in her sheets, naked except for his mask, it felt like she was just then realizing his presence. She looked carefully as he turned towards her again, he didn't look like he was sleeping, he looked like he was passed out, and then she smelled the strong scent of bourbon. He had an opened and half empty bottle in his hand, and as he turned it looked like he might spill it over the bed. He was drunk, and he had passed out in her bed, the idiot.
Sabine carefully pried the bottle from his loose grip before he could spill and silently placed it on the stand to her side. She saw him turning into her, raising his arm like he was reaching for her. She quickly took her pillow and offered it to his arm, and he took it into his chest in her place, hugging the soft pillow peacefully. This was truly amusing. She wondered if he was really so foolish. Passing out drunk in her presence with no worries at all. He should know better; she had no problem with killing him in his sleep. So why wasn't she? She wondered if it was because she was too tired, and then the realization that there was growing dampness in her pussy angered her. Had she really been aroused by his presence? She wasn't sure, and she wasn't sure why she wasn't smothering him with a pillow right now. She didn't understand what had made her reach for his face, and before she could figure it out she was ever so carefully prying off his mask, careful not to wake him.
She looked at the mislaid scar running down his eye. She had always known it was there, even before he had shown her. This was because she was in fact the one who had inflicted it, and as she recalled she had cut him without a second thought, and she thought, she would have done it again just as easily.
