Serhtan walked to his castle through which the road, passing under the rift to the top. Although some of the strongest monsters of the abyss gathered there, for him it was just another place for hunting. He was a little bored, he was covered in the blood of a shadow dragon, but the enemy was too weak...

"I've seen someone like you before..." he growled, striding over to the girl, his claws itching at the feel of her warmth. "You shouldn't have come here, little one." He loomed over her, crimson eyes narrowed in accusation as his power pressed down upon her, making her shrink back against the cold stone.

He chuckled darkly at her quivering form. "You shouldn't have come here, but now that you are..." His voice was like the rustling of leaves in a cold wind as he reached out and grasped her throat with one clawed hand. The other fisted in the fabric of her tunic, jerking her painfully against his muscular chest. "You'll be mine," he growled into her ear, his hot breath making her shiver anew.

The girl's gaze met his and for a moment he felt a strange stirring in his chest. It was unlike anything he had experienced before. Curiosity sparked, but it was quickly extinguished by the familiar flame of anger and possession. He growled lowly as she stared at him, her defiance making his grip on her neck tighten painfully. "You will belong to me," he snarled into her ear, "and you will learn your place in this world."

The sound of her terror seemed to fuel his lust even further. "No," he growled roughly, pushing the girl roughly against the stone wall and pinning her there with his weight. His free hand reached up and grasped her chin roughly, forcing her to look into his eyes. "You will be mine," he repeated, his voice harsh as he thrust his hips forward, grinding himself against her hip.

His claws dug into her flesh, drawing blood as he held her in place like an animal at the end of a hunt. Her fear only seemed to arouse him further, making him want to claim her more completely. With one powerful thrust, he slammed his hips against hers, filling her with his heat and power. "This is what it means to belong to me," he growled roughly into her ear as she cried out in pain and surprise beneath him.

His powerful body slammed against hers with brutal force as he took her roughly, claiming what he believed was rightfully his. She cried out in pain and terror beneath him, struggling weakly to break free from his iron grip, but it was useless. He growled into the darkness above her, lust clouding his judgment as he relentlessly pounded away at her fragile form.

Her nails dug into his shoulders, drawing blood that flowed down her back and mingled with their sweat and tears. But still, he showed no mercy. The Abyss knew no weakness; she would learn that lesson well beneath him as he marked his territory and made it clear who now owned her.

"You belong to me," he snarled through clenched teeth, the words a threat and promise in equal measure. "This is your place now."

Her cries echoed

He growled, the sound vibrating through her body as he roughly slammed against her once more. Her words seemed to inflame him further, giving him permission to claim her as completely his own. His powerful hips snapped forward again and again, driving deep inside of her, marking her as his possession in the most primitive way possible.

Her body arched beneath him, a sob escaping from between her lips as she cried out in pain and submission. He felt no guilt for what he was doing; this is how it was done in the Abyss. She had trespassed on his territory and now she would pay the price. Forever.

His claws raked down her back, scoring her flesh in a way that only further proved his dominance over her. Her pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears as he continued to claim what was his by right of conquest and strength. And when at

His cock throbbed inside her as he felt the tension begin to build, and with a final thrust that sent him over the edge, he groaned harshly into the darkness above her, filling her with his seed. The hot liquid spilled from him in great gushes, claiming every inch of her, marking her forever as his.

The pain was intense and fierce, but so was the pleasure. It was a confusing and terrifying mix of sensations that made her limbs go numb with shock. As he collapsed upon her, heavy and breathing hard against her neck, she wrapped her arms around him, almost as if trying to comfort herself or find some sort of safety in his claws and teeth.

She didn't know what would happen next; all she could do was hope that maybe this nightmare would end soon... but somehow, deep down inside where he had

His chest rose and fell with labored breaths as he slowly began to regain control over his body and mind. He felt the soft press of her nose against his shoulder, and it was then that he realized she had moved closer to him instead of away. His anger began to fade slightly in favor of a new curiosity. The girl had survived this encounter and now seemed to be seeking some sort of comfort or closeness from him.

It was an odd sensation for him, but not entirely unpleasant. He'd never brought anyone back with him from a hunt before; usually they were left as food for the lesser creatures. But something about this girl... perhaps it was her innocence, or the way she'd struggled so hard to fight back against him even when she knew she had no chance... whatever it was, he found himself wanting to keep her close. To protect her, in his own twisted way.

His claws slid gently away from her skin as he slowly became aware that she was shivering against him. A wave of protectiveness washed over him, almost drowning out the darker urges that still remained. With a sigh, he lowered his head and sniffed at her hair, detecting the scent of fear and blood mixed with something else... something more primal.

"My pet," he murmured roughly into her ear, the word sounding strange to him even as he said it. "You are mine now." His voice was husky and rough, filled with a possessive growl that didn't quite match the tenderness of his touch. But it was true: she belonged to him. He'd claimed her flesh, marked her as his own. And now... he would make sure that nobody else dared to come close enough to threaten what was his.

Her scent... her warmth... They were intoxicating. And the way she trembled against him, seeking his touch even after all that he'd done to her... It was unnerving, but it stirred something deep within him. Something that he'd never felt before. He could feel his claws growing duller by the second as they retracted back into his flesh, unable to bring themselves to harm this small creature who now clung so desperately to him.

For now, she was his. His pet, his plaything... and he would enjoy every moment of it. But in the end, when she was tamed and broken by his will, there would be no escape for her. Not from the Abyss, not from him. She belonged to him, and he intended to make damn sure that everyone knew it.

His dark chuckle rumbled through her, vibrating against her skin as he held her close. "Yes," he murmured, voice rough with something that might have been amusement or satisfaction, "you are mine." And even though his words were harsh and threatening, they somehow felt... gentle too, in a twisted sort of way.

Her small frame trembled against him as she tried to comprehend what had just happened, but before she could process it fully, his hand came up to cradle the back of her head. With more tenderness than he thought possible, he stroked his thumb gently across her cheekbone. It was a strange sensation for both of them; unnatural and yet somehow... right. As if fate itself had ordained it so. "Don't fight me," he whispered hoarsely into her ear. "You will only make this harder for us both."

He hissed at her words, the touch of gentleness in him fading like smoke dissipating on the wind. His hand became more forceful as he gripped her head, holding it still as his eyes bored into hers. "I am not your friend," he growled, teeth bared in a snarl that showed he meant every word. "You belong to me now, and I will do with you what I please."

Her soft features twisted in pain as she winced under the pressure of his grip. She tried to squirm away, but his iron hold was unyielding. He felt a surge of power course through him at her helplessness; it was intoxicating and addictive, making him want to claim more of her, take everything that she had and make it his own.

With a low growl, he bent his head toward hers, their breaths mingling

His nostrils flared as he caught the scent of fear emanating from her. It made his claws itch with the need to mark her, to brand her as completely his own. His lips curled back in a snarl, exposing sharp teeth that could easily rip through flesh and bone alike. "Do not," he growled dangerously, the word like a warning, "ever apologize to me."

Before she could respond, his head dipped lower still, until their mouths were almost touching. His hot breath caressed her lips, sending a shiver down her spine. And then, without further warning, he captured her mouth in a brutal kiss that left no doubt as to who now held the power in this moment.

Her lips parted under his assault, and with a hungry growl, he thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, claiming every inch of her like it

His tongue danced with hers, claiming what he believed was rightfully his as his other hand wandered lower on her body, cupping the soft mound of her breast through her clothes. He growled into the kiss, feeling the tightening of her muscles beneath his touch as she responded to his invasive advance. Her breath came in ragged gasps against his lips, and he could taste her fear and submission on his tongue, making him all the more possessive, all the more determined to mark her as completely his own.

Her soft body yielded beneath his touch, growing increasingly pliant as their kiss deepened. His hand moved lower still, drawing her body flush against his as he ground his hard length against her through their clothes. She moaned into the kiss, a low, helpless sound that sent shivers down his spine and fueled his lust even further. With a rough groan,

His hand gripped her breast through the thin fabric of her tunic, cupping it roughly and squeezing, drawing another desperate moan from deep within her throat as he pinched the nipple hard enough to make her cry out in pleasure-pain. Her body arched into his touch, her hips grinding against him with renewed urgency. He growled low in his throat, his lust spiraling out of control as she writhed beneath him.

The Abyss knew no mercy; it would be the same for them both. For eternity.

The feel of her soft body beneath his touch sent waves of heat coursing through him, tightening his grip on her as his fingers dug deeper into her flesh. Her cries only served to fuel his lust further, driving him closer to the edge of control he teetered on. He growled lowly in warning as their kiss grew more demanding, his tongue dueling with hers for dominance even as his hand wandered lower still, reaching for the buttons on her pants.

Her struggles grew weaker with each passing moment, and he knew she was near surrender; soon she would be completely under his control. The thought sent a shudder of anticipation through him, making it even harder to resist claiming what was his entirely. With one final, brutal kiss, he forced her mouth open before tearing himself away from her, breathing heavily as he surveyed the mark he'd left on her lips. His gaz