sexy time with nightmare

A soft breath is let out and the mentally broken one snuggles against him in an affectionate manner. Yes, they only need each other to be happy. Their happiness is sick and twisted, but it works. Their bond is strong, so strong that when his previous form could not withhold all that power...she had kept the soul to herself and protected it from those who would try to harm it. They only need each other, they really do...her thoughts begin a maddening spiral about slaughtering those who would get in their way but it's shattered when he begins to speak. "R-really? I-I can. Rest with you?" Wait, when did he move? But, is he serious? Those eyes search his own, her heart begins to beat quickly. That face lights up like Christmas. "Master, to rest next to you? It's an honor! Yes, thank you master! Thank you!" Moving up to him Tira drops down onto her knees only to rest that head upon his lap. Her King, God, Master, he is so -ckind.-e

His head tilted down slightly to look down upon the ecstatic woman, resting her head upon his lap. Yes, in some manner, this was a perfect relationship. She held on to his soul for safe keeping, she took it upon herself to ensure his recovery, and as thanks she received little. But she didn't seem to care, she was just with him, and that's all that mattered, right? She was so small, but his hand would reach down to place his armored hand against the back of her head, offering reassuring pets, "See to it that your tasks are completed, and your loyalty doesn't come to question, and I shall allow this to continue. But, do not fail me. I can give, and I can take away," his hand stopped petting only to grip the back of her head tightly, pulling it back to have her look up at him, "Is that understood?" he asked, before letting go of her head to allow her freedom, bring his arm back to rest. His kindness would only extend so far, and he was not going to let this be shown as a sign of (C)weakness, he could dispose of her as simply as anything else. But, he didn't wish to, at least, not on the outside.

They need one another, anyone else might betray him. Another would get in their way and whoever gets in their way is their enemy, right? Right. She could not let that happen, no even when it came to safe guarding his soul. She would give her body up for him to use as a vessel if needed. Feeling his hand upon her head, the woman, who is so much smaller than him...but not easily killed, just nods at him. "Always master, I would never falter my lov-----master." That face going red,"Forgive me master, it slipped."

His hand let go of her head, to let her do as she pleased, staring at her for a moment. It mattered not the name she chose to call him, it only mattered that she understood her place, and purpose. Still, his mind might of lingered on that thought for a little longer than it should. Did he love her? Could he love her? Did the mortal body acting as his host provide him with some level of human emotions? He only knew hate and despair, but, how much of him did she love? His claw reached down slowly wrapping around her torso for a moment to pick her up and place her on his lap. It felt...lonely without something there.

That is the question if he is able to love her is a good one, it is something that he would have to figure out for himself. For Tira, she is able to love every inch of him from the top of the helm to his toes. His very nature is the reason why she sought him after being released by the assassins that raised her, he is just like her...and then some. Anything less of that is unforgivable. As she is lifted up and placed upon his lap, a smile is seen on her face and would nuzzle up against his armored body. "I should leave by the light of the next morn, for now I need to check upon the new watchers that are being hatched and send a few of my people to scout for help." When not out killing, she is tending to both the birds and seeking out others to join their cause, always going beyond the call of duty for him.

Its more a question if he knows what love is. He loves to bring death and hatred. Yet, there was something about her beyond her usefulness he couldn't quite comprehend. Was that this love for her? A sense of not wanting to let her be destroyed by any other means than his own hands. Still his thought was interrupted by her voice.This caused his head to turn down and look at her, humming to her words after she spoke them. Always prepared to please her master, to show that he wasn't the only one that had to worry of what needed to be done in order for his power to be restored. "And while you are gone, I will face any that seek to end me. But, it will be quiet with your departure. I can only hope that someone will attempt battle," his many cycles he could remember sitting alone, staring at the wall while simply waiting for those to approach, or walking down the roads of the world with only the noise of his armor to keep him company. But, now, he didn't feel alone, it made him (C)confident, more so than his own power did.

"Yes master, also....some of my watchers will be looking over you and will seek me out should there be an emergency master. I can't have you taken from me. Not this time." The desperation in that voice, it is enough to tell him of that deep seed loyalty....obsessed, more like it but loyal all the same. "Perhaps, convince some guards to watch as well and come to your aid, but mostly for the prisoners." Hearing that it will be quiet when she is gone, he does have prisoners to torture, or to eat from. Would he actually miss her? Tira's heart thuds some, a hand is placed onto that chest but goes to remove both armored gauntlets and is touching both hands upon her chest. "Master...master will miss me? I-I'm flattered, and honored that...you will miss me." Both now bare hands touch upon his face and goes to plant a kiss upon his helm, but then....becomes brave enough to attempt to lift the helm. "May I master? I desire to plant one upon the flesh that is being housed in there."

His eye watched her as her hands moved upon his armor. Her hands would feel a pulsating heat, almost like a heartbeat, which was his energies at rest. He could feel the hands move up the chestpiece and up towards his helmet, the eye narrowing for a moment. It didn't matter if she saw his head under the helm, the helm wasn't necessary, just a means to protect this mortal body, while also striking fear into the hearts of his foes. Slowly, his normal arm lifted up, growling as his fingers undid the straps to his helmet and allowed her to remove it the rest of the way. The skin of the man who was his host was becoming paler, no doubt from the taint of the Evil Seed, as well as the corruption was moving up the side where his arm was, enveloping over the eye on that side, attempting to construct a superior one to replace it, but for the moment, just a chitinous mass. The hair was once blood, but now was matted with dirt and blood that he never bothered to wash up, he had no use for this(Cbody other than a means to destroy. He had no reason to up-keep it, and the eye that remained stared at Tira, his lips remain stoic in a frown as his nose took in the deep breaths which made his torso heave. "Gaze upon it. The beautiful transformation upon this weak mortal. You will make this form more powerful, and as such, are allowed to see what it will become."

Stopping, allowing for him to remove the strap beneath the helm. This is....such a privilege, to see her master do this. The broken one's eyes grow wide now just watching him remove the armored piece. Even as he is watching her, once it is removed and pale face is seen and that heart skips a beat. It's beautiful, even with all the blood and dirt and now the corruption. All of this is something due to her help. It's breath taking, the beauty of her master. Both bare hands touch the sides of his face, rubbing it gently and is searching his eyes deeply. A shuddered breath is taken. "Master," those eyes are looking around at both his face and his eyes, "Words alone...can not...describe, how truly honored I am to see this. You are so beautiful." Pressing her forehead against own only to kiss him.

His eye watched her as her lips moved down to plant a kiss against the man's lip. There was something bubbling inside this mortal vessel. It felt...right. Why did this simple act bring something out of him that he didn't understand. But as the kiss linger, it turned into a feeling of want. Maybe to a human, this would be more complex, but he wanted her. The good eye shut, his lips moving to return the lip's embrace and deepen it, hungrily. A low growl left his throat into the kiss as his good hand shot up and took grip against the other's head, tangling armored digits into her hair as this strange sensation continued. It made his head swirl, his want and need for her growing in this single moment. But, what might be love normally might equate to something of lust. The poor thing might of started a chain reaction inside the monster, his claw arm almost tempted to reach up and take hold, but he seemed to fight that back for the time being.

Nervous and unsure, Tira continued to kiss her master. A fire burning within, stirring, a nagging need building up. This is new, scary, but exciting. This is what drove some women? Tira would not have guessed. The fuel to make this being whole once more has been added. If this is what the ultimate reward is, to be with...this...than she would have to pick up the work. Her master, strong in body and in armor. However, unknowing that she had awoken something, or just stirring it the woman would remain there, and forced there due to his good hand tangling up those strands the female is held there....enjoying the fact that his lips meets her own, and he deepens it...and in a hungry manner? What had she done to deserve this? Gods, what had she done? Both hands move onto his armored sides and fails at gripping him there. Unlike him, the female can not hold back...her desires are always on the forefront, always out there, even now.

Her hands were attempting to grip at his sides, but he didn't seem to care. To what purpose to why she would want to hold on is unknown to him at this time, but after a moment of this violent kiss, his hand pulled her back, the eye opening and staring upon her. His growl would be free now to leave him, the black pupil moving up and down her form, not letting her leave. What was it about this woman that pulled him in, that made his crave things from this mortal world. He had no need for food, water, air. But this one's flesh, this was something different. It was his to break and destroy as he saw fit. But he wondered how she felt about this. The lovers he saw as he rendered them apart with his blade seemed attached to eachother by conntection unseen, it was something that was caring, soft and tender. He was none of those things. What care was had was only to ensure that her obedience was ensured, and that she could fight for him. "What is it you want? Speak your desires," his voice(c bellowed out from his mouth, deadset on understanding this.

Breathing heavily now, both hands are still resting there upon the sides. Her eyes filled with love, not lust. That mouth is open for a few moments only to close it and is staring at him. All she wants is right here, by her hands alone will she make him happy and give him joy. For he is the key for her to have a purpose, he allows her to act upon those murderous impulses in return to gather food for him. It's perfect, too perfect even though there have been beatings, punishments, even times of almost dieing by his hand due to failures and mistakes. Yet here she is, in pride. Even though she has almost dies...this one is aware that he can kill her without effort and yet is still alive because it is his will. With this understanding it is within her own belief that he is indeed the kindest master. He drives her even more, and pushes her. This is another reason, much like how Nightmare kills off those lovers, she too has slaughtered a couple before...but it seemed that their bond was-c
was frail but others, when one was threatened...the other was compelled to save their beloved and fought with rage and determination. His voice breaks those thoughts, what does she want? This is a first, what did she want? Tira has everything, what more could she ever need? "I want you master, I want to be yours....more so than just an obedient pet. Something more, something...stronger. You own all of me, down to my core I am yours. If I were to die, you will be the one to consume my soul. I would give my body to house you if you need a vessel. Down to your core, I desire you...." That face is red now. "I came to you on my own and vowed myself to serve you until my last breath and I took that oath. I mangled myself for you, I broken myself for you. Master." -e


She wanted to be more to him that just a pet? She wants to be stronger? And she was proving this to him. Everyday that she lived and fought for him. Everytime she stood up from being bashed down, smashed, sliced and nearly destroyed. She was persistent. And in her own right, she was strong. Stronger than any other he had tried to tame. "And to that end, have you not already succeeded? You have been broken, over and over again. Anyone, no matter who they are, would be eager to leave. Yet, you are here, you are always here, and you will not leave me. You are mine," he let his grip on the back of her head ease, but let his hand sit in her hair still, the eye never seeming to untense, he didn't know how not to. "And I have seen all you have done. You have sent your crows to seek our targets, you have recruited our efforts. You make me strong, just as I have made you strong," his mind seemed to think for a moment, trying to come with the words. What words? He was not much of a speaker,(cair to be wasted. But, he looked back at her, his red eye flashing in light before growling, "Do not leave. That is an order," and an order that he expected to be fulfilled, "If you fail that order, I will rend you and leave your soul to rot. I will not allow a betrayer's soul to taint my core. So remain with me, grow and become someone worthy to rule by my side for all eternity."

The woman tenses up some, waiting for something...anything, a smack will do, being tossed to the ground. Swated away....those feelings returned. Something, even though it is just seconds, to the splited one it is hours. Stress begins to fester and that heart rate is increased, but not in a good way...gods, won't he react? Speak? Anything? Her mind was going to shatter again until he does indeed speak. It's true, all of this is true. He has broken her over and over again, her body mangled. Though...these are thoughts that have not yet even crossed upon her mind. He's right, why would he lie? There is no need to, Soul Edge, might be the being of all chaos, but a lier he is not. Silence, there is silence once more only to hear him speak. "Yes master, I shall not perish, I will remain here. However, by the next day I will have to depart on my mission and complete my work, but worry not. There will be my watchers here, some will be with me, but I will write to you as often as I can."-cHe should know that no order will not go unfulfilled. With a smile on that face...Tira leans in once more and kisses him upon his lips once more, she is unable to help herself. After a few seconds the female backs up some and is staring at him. "Forgive my trespasses master."-e

He didn't seem to react at first to the kiss, but there she was again, eager to plant her lips against his. And he watched her the entire time, the claw balling into a fist, his heart bubbling within his chest. Oh how she seemed to drive these feelings for him to act. He might of swatted her away, but, was it this mortal body attempting to be...soft with contact like this? Is that what she wanted? For him to be soft during these loving moments? He growled at her, deeply before his hand moved out of her hair, and slowly around her neck, the fingers slowly tightening, but not enough to choke her, not yet, "You will travel far, and only your birds will keep me company. The only reminder I will have of you. Do you wish to let you leave with a reminder of who you belong to?" his tone asked lowly, slowly rising to his feet, hand now dangling her in his grasp, "Do you want to gaze upon this form, and know that your mission is to return to it?" He left enough of her airway open for her to breath.-e


She is trying hard to hold back, but it something that the woman is unable to do...not without order. Her desires are strong and will always be met no matter the cost. No matter the fight, even this new battle field called Love. This is fear inducing and...a fight that should not be had, but look where she is. Look where they are. That evil heart beats for him and because he demands it so. There is no need for him to be soft, it would be odd and un wanted. During these loving moments, she wants him to remain the same but...to be honest with his feelings, should there be any and where they stand. Even if nothing is returned...it will not kill how she desires him. The fingers move from those strands to about her neck catches Tira off guard, but is still within his grasp, save for one of those hands is upon his own. As he stands, those legs dangle and kick some....yet, she is able to get some air out. "Yes master," She chokes out and would close an eye, struggling to suck in the small -c the small amount of allowed breath. "I d-desire such, I-I want to depart with the memory of you ingrained into me. I will return master, I will always return to you." Tira coughs some while staring at him, that face still red...and now that mind has begun to fill with dread of him being disappointed, finding herself weak for this want.-e


The monster took a few slow breaths at her words, the grip tightening once more to keep her breathless as he took in his own air, before grunting and threw her down towards the ground away from the throne, slowly stepping down from it, "You have been permission to gaze upon my form. To bask in its glory. You shall do the same for me. Show me what my work has wrought, give it to me," he ordered her, primal instincts seeming to drive the armored man's motives, something this mortal's body must of lust for. His arm reached behind him, the sound of straps coming undone to allow the breastplate to tumble to the ground, showing the matching skin of the extremely toned knight, the corruption of Soul Edge festering from the monstrous arm and over his chest where the heart once was, with chitinous mass forming a sort of second armor. He felt lighter from this simple motion, taking in a deep breath as his head turned to look down upon the woman, stopping before her, allowing her to see the (c  years of scars and battlewounds that dotted a tale of his endless conquest. He was powerful, and his inability to fall it battle was to blame for it, wounds being minor inconveniences for him. Very few have seen under the armor, and this was a privilege not to be taken lightly.

If he were to kill her like this, it would be fine...she would be happy to have that life snuffed out by his hands. As far as Tira is concerned only he has the power to order to die. The grip upon that neck proves it this much, just watching him taking in the air...yes, he needs it more to breath, she thought..well, until he tosses her to the ground away from the throne. "Unf!" Now upon her side the sore swords-woman sits upon both knees and just watches him stepping down and reaching behind himself. Yes, this is it....he does plan on killing her, she would deserve it for being so forward after all. This is not the case....hearing what Nightmare has to say...Tira goes to stand up. It was only a couple of simple movements really. The red cloth that has been held together by two gold colored buttons are undone from both the front and the back. The material wilts down showing off what appears to be a metal version of panties in full view followed by that greenish-blue belt. Next to be-c  be undone is the collar of the odd outfit. All the while she is staring upon his perfect body. The sleeves are tugged free as the rest of the clothing falls to the floor. He will be the only one two get away with seeing her like this, eyes travel up...down...all over, they have no course of where to look. Also, much like him, she too has her fair share of scares and a few gouge marks from battles over the years. At any rate everything, including those boots, have been removed. Her frame curved, those breasts are not too big but are at a nice size and it appears she is shaved as well, to help with hygiene issues, and that frame is curved with a tone to it proving her ability to jump such heights and to move fast. "Master," That voice is heard, both personas are one, both arms are at the back. "You are perfect in every way," Approaching him that lower lip is bitten down upon.-e


That eye of his stared upon the body as it exposed itself, watching her hands move to remove what little clothing she did wear. Such a strange thing for a warrior to wear, but like him, she was unorthodox, and if she were to wear anything heavier, it would only get in the way of her style of blade. His eye followed the curves and frame, taking in every scar, mark, and detail he wished to take in, his blood seeming to boil from within. She was perfect in her own right, damage from battle and himself was the only sort of collar she needed, and the recent briusing around her neck from his grip proved that point. "I know I am perfect. This form has no equal," he watched her approach, stopping his own stride to allow her the few steps of distance, "Free my form from the rest of its restriction. Take solace that what I will give you is the only one of its kind. You shall partake in perfection." His breathing continued to be steady, perhaps his heart would be beating quickly, but it (c) was difficult to tell that from his appearence. She was beautiful, someone truly worthy to partake of his form. Should she be prepared for what is to come.

Yes, he does know that he is perfect....such a stupid thing to say. Why, oh why was she like this? Even now...eager to show him the bare flesh that has been cut, bashed, stabbed, burned, shot at, and whatever else. That face is red once more even with her approach both hands are placed behind her, already submitting to him. Perfect and beautiful are two odd words to describe the blood lusting female, but if that is what he thinks then it must be true. "I am honored master, I hope my body will satisfy you when you need." Those eyes drink in her master's raw form, those muscles. His hair, everything. Both nubs on each breast rise and not just from the cold air but excitement. These feelings well up starting from the lower stomach only to melt within her form in whole. His voice is heard once more. "Thank you master, this makes me so happy to hear that."


With a simple movement, his lower arm reached back to undo the standard around his waist, letting more useless metal fall to the ground , with only his armor on the good arm and leggings left. The way her body reacted to his made him eager to feel upon it, to understand what made her so motivatied in her devotion to him. Was she in it simply for this form, or did she truly yearn to serve him? "Your body will serve as a proper vessel for my form, and allow for release. It has proven worthy to withstand punishment and pain, but can it withstand what you have been wanting?" the fingers moved next to undo the leggings, allowing the hardened leather to open and part ways for him to lower. It exposed the lower half, a part of him once thought useless, but with her naked form before him, found the blood of his body raging towards. Whether from the corruption, or the host's body, it is uncertain, but the monster was well endowed, the shaft being exposed to the cold, rainy air made him (c)shiver in excitement, possibly a foot in length, with a mighty width, it seemed no part of him lacked strength, and he gave her a moment to reveal in what was to come.


Just staring in awe upon his body, that muscled power house that is able to move with such a fierce speed is now bare before her. "I'm not worthy of such a sight," She says mentally,"But, master wishes for it. Gods, I will remember this." Biting down upon her lower lip now even looking down upon the rather large shaft that seems to be getting erected and ponders if it would even fit inside of her. Despite knowing what sex is and seeing it before the heads of the surprised people who were caught was cut off Tira has seen before soo many times and in different manners, but, to experience it for herself...well...this is different. Her first time with master, that feeling that has begun to well up from the bottom of her stomach has begun to rise up in a more prominent manner. She shudders some and would just be brought back to the here and now. "Yes, it should be able to master. This is my first time master, I will not ask you to be gentle and is aware that this will hurt. Moving so -cthat she is directly infront of him a nervous hand reaches up to touch his chest. His flesh upon his own, it feels...wonderful. "m-master, your flesh it feels nice. I wish to touch more, may I touch you some more master?"-e


To feel her bare hands upon his flesh made his breathing deepen for just a moment. He had felt blade, bow, bullet and flames upon this host's skin, but to have hands feel upon them in respect and awe was something new. He knew she loved his mind, his body and his soul, but truly, there was only one final place he had yet to venture with her to fully claim his conquest over his servant. A growl left him, one of the very few responses he knew as her fingers danced across toned abs, and his answer was first with a slow nod, "Bask in it all, for this is the only chance I will give you to prepare yourself for what is to come. I will claim all of you, and if your body is not ready for it, I will ensure that it will be in the future. You are mine, and I will take what I will," that was her only warning that her first time with master, as well as the future will not be a gentle loving embrace. It will be feral, and painful, but she should expect such things from a beast such as himself. (c) He has broken her numerous times before, and he will break her again. If his throbbing length seems unable to fit inside the smaller swordswoman, he will make sure it shall, and that his seed has a proper place to be released. He, as always, will show no mercy, even to someone as devoted to him as her.

Those small fingers explore his chest and abs, taking in how it feels...the warmth. Her mind has already begun to get fuzzy just from the sight, let alone the touch and all things considered...what shall come after he allows her time to get prepared. "Master is to kind," She says mentally. Despite his cruelty this one can see his kindness and his mercy and fails to understand why people fear him so. He is a fair lord all in all. Those captive should thank him that they continue to breath and have a heart beat, that is one of the greatest gifts that he could ever give to them. Regardless here they are, undressed and both with a need for one another. The growl is heard, but it doesn't make her flinch at all but it does force her to glance up at him. Her mind, heart, soul, and body all belong to him...even more so now. "Yes master, you spoil me. Also, I wouldn't have it any other way, it would concern me to no end should you be gentle. I would think that you had caught fever and -c would have to care for you at bed side." His spoken word and feral feeling that is coming off of him...his constant blood lust. Just remembering how he slaughtered those people there. The un touched sex begins to feel warm and a tingly sensation runs through her body while starting to become moist. "Master, I'm ready for you to take me, but I know not how." Yes, this is indeed her first time so he would have to take lead and perhaps teach her.-e

She was inexperienced, untouched land waiting to be claimed, and his nose could pick up that lustful scent of hers. Oh how she was prepared for him, the human body responding as he thought it would. Perhaps it should have been someone else to have eased her into her first time, to be gentle and show her what sensual love making is like. Instead, she stood in front of the beast that she fell in love with, staring down at her body with his red eye, flashing in intensity for a moment before reaching down with his claw to wrap around her torso. With ease his body was able to lift her up, and stared into her mad eyes, "Must I do everything?" his voice growled before tossing her into the throne, aiming to have her land in the seat as he stomped towards her. As soon as he could, his claw took grip of her arms and pinned them above her, the tips digging into the stone to create an effective vice as his other hand reached down to part her legs, expecting no resistance, but put the strength(c into it like he was. His growl deepened, leaning his head closer to hers as his fingers then moved up towards her untouched, moist void before giving her no reprieve and slowly began to force an armored finger in, the warm metal intending to test her depth, and stretch her walls for the coming invasion, and were it not adequate, he had plans.

What thoughts drift through that mind of his, what is he thinking? Even now...both eyes stare up into his own. That expression is soft, despite his harshness. This beast before her is about to take her and most would be scared to death and would be pleading for him not to proceed but this one...those eyes are almost pleading for him to touch her. Touch, to be close. The beast, the monster that loves is ready for him. Hearing him speak, it almost scared her, fear that he would be done due to the inexperience. Those fears are done away with feeling that claw about her waist, how small she is compared to him...it would be fear inducing for most, but to Tira...that large claw upon her body, it feels nice. Being tossed with ease onto the throne, that back bounces off of some and sharp intake of breath is made due to the sharp pain. Looking up at him once more the twisted one would suddenly have both arms pinned above her head while now glancing down to feel him part those legs. She did-c not resist but also moved them as well, despite the force of his part. That growl is heard and allows for that breath to be released, that body twitches some only to look away feeling an armored finger going inside of her. Both eyes grow wide and a loud scream of pain is heard. The first time she is struggling against his grip, but this is to be expected. No pleading for mercy is heard, just the body's natural protective response to a painful stimulus. Tears fill those eyes like many times during her punishments and the beatings. Still, no begging for him to stop is heard. Now, focus and attention is brought to him. Despite her head pointed towards him both optics are looking off to the side. Those eyes move to look at his face while that mouth begins to open and small grunts of pain and what sounds to be growing pleasure is heard. Her chest rises and fall with each breath and her now touched area has gotten a little bit more moist. "Master," She breaths out some,"This is an odd -c sensation, but I think, it's enjoyable."-e

The scream from her was something he knew was coming, but he did not expect them to end when he was done with her. The screams of terror and pain fueled the beast and this only made him let out a growl of contentment at her pain. He always enjoyed hurting her, she would just bounce back, one night beat her half to death, but the next day bounce around like nothing happened. It was a true testament to his grueling training, and he intended it to have its dividend showed in this moment. That armored finger inside her moved at a hard pace, displeased with its current tightness, so his solution was to stretch it, firstly by forcing the middle finger in as well, the two fingers becoming drenched in the juices that her body prepared for him. The adaptably of humanity was commendable, and his joy to exploit it was shown here as he leaned his head down lower to hers, "You will enjoy it. Just as every pain I have ever put you through, you will only come out stronger, to make your body more(C prepared to serve me," he told her, the pace now quickening as he was eager to get to that point, his shaft simply throbbing at the chance to plunge into her warm depths, to have her squirm around it. He will get that entire length inside of her, even if by force, to break his toy like he always did. But would she want it any other way? Would she have prefered it gently? No, he assumed not, pain and pleasure would go hand and hand with him, there was never one or the other.

Knowing that her screams of pain is something of a turn on for her master, Tira would give him more the more he puts her body through such torment. For her it's a blessing, anything that he does for and to her is a blessing that will be grateful for even if it's punishment. The love for the cruel master is something that no one can understand, can...fathom. That sick minded woman far too broken for repair is his toy, his plaything, his to love (should he so chose.), to hate, to let live, or to kill, and she will be content with anything. A master would have gotten tired of this by now but not him and it gives her such strength, joy....life. He is her universe and without Nightmare around, there is nothing, killing means nothing it isn't enjoyed but now that he has returned and is here, even like this. That life has been given meaning again. These thoughts swirl within that broken mind of hers and is groaning for him, even if the mental scraping is suppose to hurt. That body is -c is resilient to this harshness by now. Watching his head get even closer the swordswoman is staring up at him, love reflected within those violet hues as well as building lust. "Y-yes master, m-my body is yours t-to do with as you please." She is prepared to serve him and that body is being primed for such. Feeling the pace pick up Tira is groaning out even louder, her body tries to sink down, but is unable to. Stuck right there with both legs parted for him. The second finger forces the groans turns into screams again. The tears unending, her back is arched up and those tear filled eyes are staring into his own, finding some comfort. Though, the pain is not as unbearable as what she thought it was. Despite it hurting, the pain is also pleasure and something that she is addicted to. Those hips start to move on their own, attempting to get off on his fingers alone. With the work that his fingers are doing, those walls spread...her vagina widening from his efforts....ready to take him-c
inside of her.-e

Perhaps she was his love, the one true one who understood him. The one who would bring this world crashing down into chaos without him lifting a finger, or attempt to do so until her body was worn and destroyed. But she was a suitable vessel should this one fail, and would see this body of hers endure the test of time and war with him. She shall remain at his side forever, as the sick twisted discord of bloodied love that he might never call it so. He could feel her walls preparing for him the battering assault of his armored fingers, and once he felt prepared, pulled them out quickly, letting the flow of her juices stain the stone throne beneath her. But this position was inadequate for it. His claws removed themselves from the throne, but didn't let go as she was lifted into the air by her wrists to dangle, pulling her face close to his as he stared at her, "Of course it is, it always shall be mine," he reinforced that thought as his form turned to take his own seat against the (C throne, his massive girth upright and aimed for her as his claw lifted her up and lowered her carefully to position her entrance to his wide tip. The fleshes touched, letting his crown be lubed by the juices of her slit, and the other hand gripped tightly to her hip, and pushed down hard, the length violently entering her. He pushed down as deep as it could go from the inital push, which was about half way, the width of her master stretching her walls to the absolute limit, and the crown was pushed harshly against her cervix, threatening to go even deeper. He intended to go deeper, but he wished to see his pet squirm from this, keeping a tight grip on her wrists as he did.

She is his love, but his everything? That has yet to be seen. The pair can not be separated by death. Even as she should have aged too far since the last time he had left, the corruption of his energy would be enough to slow the process keeping the youth lasting longer than normal. The bloody, twisted, murder happy woman, is being turned on by his roughness. Those moans are easily proof that he is making her feel good...despite the metal fingers inside of her untouched sex. After a while he pulls out making her breaths shudder, both legs begin to twitch some and that face is oh so red. Lifted by his amazing strength and with little to no effort, Tira would be lifted up by his claw and dangled above him. "Yes master, i-it will only be yours, a-and truth be told master....I have desired...your touch like this for...a very long time." It's hard to speak due to the pleasure that is pulsating through that form from his fingers. Though, it would feel nice if he were to pull on her hair-c  and do other things, but such kink filled desires might be spoken upon later. Watching him sit down upon his throne, Tira can feel her heart rate pick up even more only to look away feeling him being careful. This is new, and enjoyed? Yes, this carefulness is indeed enjoyed. Feeling the tip upon the length entering the sexually stimulated sex. The hand upon her hip, it forces her body down and that causes her to scream in a manner that is entangled between pain and pleasure. Both hands ball up within his claw as she shudders some. Further in it goes and the tip threatening to enter her womb. "M-more! She begs outloud, "P-please I want to f-feel a-all of you inside of me!" Those walls squeeze upon the length as a testament to her begging.-e