Shit…. Shit… ah fuck… she was planning on avoiding this. She almost had avoided this. Her vision dotted, clouded by her suffocation. Her body was practically being crushed by the thrusting man above her. She hadn’t felt contact, she hadn’t felt pleasure or sexual joy for a long time. She didn’t care about how rough he was being, she practically reveled in it. He lifted himself again, to give her a chance to breath. His lips moved down to her other breast and he bit down, hard. Scarlet screamed and her body tried to jerk away but his weight kept her beneath him. He continued to thrust. Hard and now she was free to breath with each thrust came small yelps as he pressed himself hard into her.

Hunter drew his lips away from her breast and she could see blood. Her blood. He licked his dark lips and shifted to breath into her ear. “You said anything right?” Scarlet nodded. He laughed, a dark and almost maniacal laugh as he lifted himself up. He reached over to his jacket and fished out his knife then dragged it vertically down her torso.

“You’re going to scream for me, Dawn. Looks like I can find the viciousness to give you what you need to get off.” She felt him sink in, his cock filling and invading her, stretching her just right - and at the same time, the knife drove down, stabbing deep into her hip and scraping against the bone there.

She rolled her head back and screamed, a scream that echoed around the room. Causing their neighbours to bang on the wall. The guttoral scream was rife with pain and tears stung her eyes. Scarlet was hurt, bad. The way he dragged the knife against her bone made her want to brutally murder him but she was paralysed with that agonising pain, all she could do was roll with it. Just as the demon had taught her, she rolled her hips. Grinding into his thrusts Her pained cries warbled into satisfied moans as Hunter drew the knife away. He knew when to give her body a break, to avoid her going into shock.

“Thats a good girl, Dawn. But it seems you're a bit too loud. Whatever will I do about that? Oh- I know.” And when she could stand to be touched there, she felt his fingers slip into the wound, almost tenderly - and his mouth covered hers in a hungry, consuming kiss.

She screamed into the kiss, her cries muffled by his mouth. She bit down hard but he only pressed further. His tongue dancing over hers forcing her to taste the odd metal note of his blood. Her cries stifled and she lifted her head, groaning into his kiss. Her arms lifted to tangle in his hair. When she was groaning, he began to thrust again, long, hard strokes that made her body shake, and the fingers gently exploring the bone of her hip moved in odd ways as he fucked her roughly.

She shifted her mouth away, “I-I ca’ahh…” She could feel it building, the sensation of a rising orgasm. She pushed his hand away from her wound and tried to take control. She groaned and bucked her hips hard up against him. He seemed to know what she wanted, needed. His fingers stopped violating her in unnatural ways, and instead curled around her hip more properly, tenderly. This only served to give him a handhold as he began using more of his strength to roughly, quickly pound her, long hard strokes that shook her body as his tongue began thrusting into her mouth. That had done it, the angle of this thrust, his skin ground against her clit with heavy and fast force. She shivered as she came, her body contorted in his grip and she groaned loudly into his kiss.

He must have known, because he laughed callously, still refusing to stop or to let her go. One hand grabbed the round of her ass he forced himself into her again and again. Forcing her to ride him through her orgasm.

Fuck… this was so painful, but scarlet so sorely needed it. And he seemed to know all the right spots to keep it building, keep it going, as his fingers began dancing along her body, pressing into little, delicate bundles of nerves, some even she hadn't realized could affect her this way. Where the hell had this all come from?

Then without warning he drew back and away - and Scarlet found herself flipped over, and drawn up onto her hands and knees. Blood poured down her leg from the gash as he curled his hand into her hair, drawing her head back with a painful grasp. Then he slammed in, using the new angle to fuck her even harder. His other hand drew back and delivered a brutal slap to the meat of her ass, leaving a painful welt in the shape of his hand behind. He repeated this to the other cheek, giving her an almost matching pair of marks.

Scarlet’s knees buckled, she yelped with each slap. The sting felt good. Welcomed. “Dammit…” She hissed, she collapsed, her head falling into the bed, pressing her ass further into his thrusts as he continued to hit her cervix hard. “F-Fuck Fil'ayn ….” If he kept this up she knew he;d force her to cum again, violently so.