"Yes," she moans. "Oh please, my lord, I want, I want—"

"I know," he murmurs.

"Please—fuck me, fuck me—oh fuck that feels so good—hurts—yes—hurt me—fuck, please—want your cock inside me—want you to rape me—please—"

"You beg so prettily. Not that it's going to do you any good." He pets her hair. The stone tendril raping her ass starts to thicken. "My precious lovely slut. Mine."

"Yours, yours, all yours—please—"

"I see I've finally deprived you of your eloquence."

He kisses her forehead. His hand tightens in her hair.

"When he raped you," he murmurs, "did he make you beg?"

"Yes," she sobs.

"Did you like it?"

She whimpers. "Yes..."

The thick stone tendril fucks her harder. He holds her in place easily, one arm wrapped around her waist, the other hand tangled in her hair.

"But you like it better when I do it," he says. "You're a slut for rape but you know who owns you."

"Yes," she moans.

"If I nailed you to a table and made you beg for my cock, you'd weep with relief when I gave it to you."

"Yes—"

"You're mine."

"Yes."

The stone tendril slows, then stops, then pulls out of her.

"I want to torture you," he murmurs in her ear. "I want to fill your womb with steel and rip it out again. I want to hold you in my arms and feel you shaking with pain and fear. I want to make you scream. I want to fuck your tight wet cunt while you cry with fear and beg desperately for more."

She moans again, wordlessly.

He heals the minor damage done by the hard rough stone, scoops her a little higher in his lap, and sinks his cock into her ass.

She squirms and moans again. It feels so good - he has to be using magic, some minor tangible illusion to ease his passage, or he couldn't possibly move so smoothly inside her - "oh, oh, yes, want you, please, yes..."

"My slut, my treasure, my beautiful Niamira," he says, soft-voiced and gentle, fucking her slowly. "My favourite. If he'd killed you, I'd have torn him to shreds."

"Oh my lord you make me feel so fucking good," she whimpers.

"That's not what my girls normally say." He nuzzles her hair. "I like how you want me. I like it very much. I like having such a lovely desperate slut to play with."

"I—" She loses the thread of her words and whimpers helplessly instead. "So good—"

"Mmmm. You're so beautiful like this. I want to tease you into betraying yourself, over and over and over again, with a new punishment every time. I want to make you cry and beg for mercy. I want you to know exactly how merciless I am, and I want you to beg for it anyway, desperately, helplessly, because you're so terrified of what I'm going to do to you that you clutch at even the tiniest scrap of hope that I might relent." He kisses the top of her head. "What do you think of that, my treasure?"

She bursts into tears.