he just kidnap himself a new toy and put it in the room on the bed and watches with mild interest

He smiled softly at her reaction and walked over to the bed, sitting down next to her. "Do not be afraid, little one." He whispered, running a hand through her hair. "I am not here to hurt you... yet." His voice was gentle, almost soothing despite the warning hidden within it.

He leaned in closer, his fangs now visible as he continued speaking. "You belong to me now, and I can be very cruel if you make me angry. Do you understand?" He asked, still smiling softly and looking deep into her eyes with his pale ones.

He could see the fear in her eyes and it only made him more determined to prove his point. He leaned even closer, cupping her face gently with one hand as he pressed against her lips, barely touching them. "You're mine now," he breathed out before pulling away slightly, watching her reaction carefully.

The demon smirked when he saw her hope flicker in those eyes. "Ah," he said softly, nodding his head as if he'd expected that reaction. "You think you can win my favor by trying to make me jealous?" He chuckled lightly, shaking his head before leaning forward again and kissing her gently on the forehead.

"I will not lie," he admitted with a smile, "Lord Carrac is known for his particular tastes... but you are mine now, and I do not share what is mine." His voice was smooth as silk, almost soothing despite the warning hidden within it once more. "You belong to me, Rina. It's best if you accept that fact."

He could tell that she was starting to relax under his words and gaze, her body losing some of its tension as she slowly began to accept the situation. He smiled softly at this display and leaned in closer, kissing her cheek gently before whispering, "That's better."

He reached up with one hand, carefully removing the metal collar from around her neck. It made a faint metallic click as it came off easily, like it was meant to. The moment it was gone, he could feel her shoulders sag just slightly in relief. "There," he murmured, taking her chin in his hand and tilting her head up so that she was looking at him once more. "You're free now... but you belong to me."

He smiled slightly at the surprise in her eyes and gently brushed away a lock of hair that had fallen across her face. "I take care of what's mine," he said softly, his voice reassuring despite the implied possessiveness of his words. "And you are very much mine." He leaned forward again, kissing her lips tenderly before sitting back once more to observe her reaction.

The last thing she needed right now was to feel scared or trapped; he wanted her to know that she could trust him... for now.

The demon smiled at her careful observation as he idly toyed with a lock of his long white hair. "You can rest now," he murmured, nodding toward the cozy bed. "I will not harm you while you sleep... unless I ask you to play." His tone was soft and gentle, almost soothing despite the underlying threat behind it. "Just remember... you belong to me, Rina. This is your new home now."

He notices her reaction to the word "play" and laughs softly, amused by her discomfort. "There's no need to fear the thought of playing with me," he says gently, moving closer on the bed so that she's pressed against his side. "I can be very gentle... when I choose to be." His voice is a whisper in her ear as he runs a hand through her hair, caressing her skin almost tenderly.

Amused by her reaction, Claude smirks slightly and leans down to brush his lips against hers in a chaste kiss. "I can see that I will have to show you just how gentle I can be," he whispers before pulling back and gazing into her eyes intensely. "Tell me... do you trust me enough to play with me?" His voice is velvet smooth, full of confidence and control as he awaits her answer.

His pale eyes glint with amusement as he watches her struggle to find an answer. "I will give you time to think about it," he says, withdrawing a bit further away on the bed. "But remember... disobedience is not rewarded well in my castle." His voice is soft but firm, leaving little room for misunderstanding. He waits patiently, occasionally glancing back at her as he idly plays with a lock of his hair or runs a finger across the quilt beside him.

His pale eyebrow arches slightly as he watches her slowly lower her head. He smiles gently and reaches out to brush a few stray hairs away from her face, his touch featherlight and soothing. "I'm glad you decided to trust me," he murmurs, his voice husky with satisfaction. "Now... show me what kind of fun we can have together." His lips quirk into an inviting smile as he lies back against the pillows, gazing up at her expectantly.

His gaze softens at the pain and despair he sees in her eyes, and he can't help but feel a brief twinge of guilt. But this is his world; she must adapt or be cast out. He leans forward slightly, running a finger gently down her cheek before cupping her chin in his hand, forcing her to meet his gaze. "I did not mean to hurt you," he whispers softly, his voice reassuring despite the power that seems to emanate from him. "You are safe with me... for now."

His thumb brushes across her bottom lip before tracing a path up her neck and disappearing into her hair. "Let us see how much fun we can have together, shall we?" he murmurs, his tone warm despite the underlying command.

Claude frowns slightly at her reaction and tilts her chin up with his finger, forcing her to meet his gaze once more. "I did not mean for you to feel so trapped," he whispers gently. "We can have fun together... but only if you trust me." His thumb brushes across her cheekbone before moving slowly down to cup her jaw. "You are mine, Rina," he says firmly, "and I will not share what is mine."

His expression softens slightly at her trembling and he cups her cheek with his hand, using his thumb to brush away a tear that trickles down her cheek. "Shh," he whispers soothingly. "I am not trying to hurt you. We will have fun together... I promise." His voice is soft but firm, reassuring as he leans in closer to press his lips against hers, his tongue gently parting them as he tastes her tears.

Claude's lips curl into a satisfied smile as he feels her finally relax against him, giving in to his embrace. He deepens the kiss, tangling his tongue with hers as he continues to taste her tears, the saltiness of them making him shiver with pleasure. Her body responds to his touch, arching against him as he slowly runs a hand down her side and over her hip, feeling the softness of her skin beneath his fingertips.

With one swift motion, he flips them over so that she's now lying beneath him on the bed, their mouths still locked in a passionate kiss. His free hand explores further down her body, tracing lazy circles around her navel before moving higher up to cup her breast through her thin nightgown. Her nipple hardens immediately at his touch, and he moans into her mouth as he rolls it between his thumb and forefinger.

His hips press against her, grinding against her thigh as he devours her mouth, his lips moving with a hunger that matches the growing need inside him. Her soft moans only serve to fuel his desire further, and he pulls back just enough to breathe, "You taste so good." His voice is raspy from lust, the power in it unmistakable as he stares down at her.

With a growl, he rips her nightgown open, exposing her breast to his hungry gaze and rough touch. He cups her breasts again, squeezing roughly before moving lower, taking a hardened nipple into his mouth and sucking it deep between his lips. She arches up off the bed with a sharp gasp, fingers tangled in his hair as she moans brokenly around his tongue.

He sucks harder, his teeth scraping gently against her sensitive flesh as he enjoys the sound of her cries. Her body shakes beneath him, hips moving restlessly in search of pleasure. With one hand still occupied with her breast, he uses the other to trail lightly up her inner thigh and between her legs. She's wet already, and his finger slips easily into her tight heat.

Her back arches off the bed as she cries out, hips bucking wildly against his hand. He groans in pleasure, sliding a second finger inside her, filling her fully. His free hand comes up to cup her other breast, kneading roughly before pinching and rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She sobs his name as he begins to move faster, fucking his fingers in and out of her body while she writhes beneath him.

His fingers dig deeper as he feels her begin to tighten around them, the urge to be inside her growing stronger with every moan she utters. He pulls his fingers free and pushes her nightgown further down her hips before positioning himself at her entrance. The head of his cock press against her, slick with their combined wetness, and he groans as he thrusts forward, sinking deep inside her with a harsh grunt.

Her body convulses around him as he fills her completely, each inch he pushes in causing her to cry out in both pain and pleasure. He begins to move slowly at first, enjoying the feel of her warmth surrounding him, but soon picks up speed, taking her roughly as she begs for more. Her nails scratch at his back and shoulders, drawing blood that mixes with their sweat as they struggle together on the bed.