I did the only thing I could, I reached around my legs to scratch his calves.

He groaned in pleasure and curved his hips more forcefully. Swelling larger.

It's only increasing his arousal.

This was a nightmare of pain, torment and torture. He was tearing me.

He's shredding me.

He's going to break me in half! I whimpered and cried out. Striking him and fighting helplessly while he stole his pleasure in the cushion of my heat. Spilling seed in a hard thrust and then two more where he burrowed his lengthy cock as far into me as it would go.

Making me scream in horror. But the fabric compressed in my mouth made it only a pitiful panting.

When he'd finished with me that way, he'd stepped back to survey his work.

I'd fell to my knees. Cradling my bruised belly and moving slowly to appease the burning pulses deep in me.

I'm hurt.

***

Vandiel as I'd know him before had never been so blatantly brutal. He'd always talked to me. Taunted me perhaps, but he'd treated me like something alive. To this creature I was merely a piece of pleasure for him to consume.

I tried to crawl away on weak legs but he caught my ankles and yanked my knees out from under me. Making me drop to my belly. Twigs stabbing my breasts.

He twisted my legs and forced me to roll onto my back.

"Please..."

He said nothing. Mounting me once more. He used the bones of his hips to pierce into my thighs forcing them apart as I tried to keep them cinched closed.

Moaning I tossed my head.

He grabbed the binding on my wrists and held it above my head. His cock sinking into me again. Relentlessly in and out. Vicious in its rhythm. His powerful hips flexing as he sunk into my.

I was too tired to fight now.

His other hand gripped my throat and he bit the other side of my neck. Sucking hard at my flesh as he pulsed in and out of me. In my panic and pain I must've passed out.

***

I woke up when he folded my legs up to push my knees down on either side of my head. Loosening the binding on my wrists enough to hook over the back of my calves.

A position I couldn't escape once he tightened the binding again.

I writhed, but all I could do was worm around.

He stood over me. Slowly stroking his hard length as he watched until he was fully erect again.

Then he dropped down and drove his shoulders into the back of my legs. Growling as he thrust into me and began his onslaught anew.

Puffing for air around the gag and unable to resist, I subsided into unconsciousness.

***

I woke panting for air. Still bound with my wrists pinning my legs to my chest. I struggled to breathe.

Vandiel was collapsed next to me. Slumped limply. Covered in sweat and dirt.

I screeched around the gag. Pushing at it with my tongue. I managed to roll to the opposite side of him. Desperately trying to get loose before he awoke.

"Zira?"

I looked over my shoulder and saw him positioned in a crawl. His face written with horror.

"What have you done!" He tossed leaves and twigs as he crawled to me and slid on his knees around me. His hands hovering over me. "Zira! I told you!"

Catching the bindings, his hands passed through them. Unable to get a fistful.

"Dammit!" He turned me onto my back. "I need you to listen. Go to sleep. Try to sleep. Relax. I won't hurt you I vow it. I'm not the same thing you called out last night."

Too weak to do anything other then hope this wasn't a cruel game, I closed my eyes and slumped into hopeless exhaustion.

Immediately the binding at my wrists was shredded.

He reached in my mouth and used a finger to hook the hunk of crumpled fabric, dragging it out of my mouth. He carefully folded my legs down. Seeing the bruising up and down them. The cuts running up my back.

I followed his gaze and realized there was almost no spot on my body not covered in bluish bruising.

He caught my face. "I tried to tell you!"

"Why didn't you?" I rasped. Staring at him weakly.

"I can't. We can't tell you anything directly that would help you be rid of us. Or weaken our power I'm bound by the laws of my kind."

His hands were shaking.

I looked at him and realized it was fear written over his face. "Afraid your plaything will die?"

"Afraid you will die!" He cried in argument.

I'd never seen him as anything but coolly composed. Where's this frantic creature coming from?

"I'd never have done this to you. Not as me. Not like this."

"Can't you heal me?"

He looked at all my wounds and hurt. "You're not moving."

"I can't feel, my legs, my back is burning and inside me..."

"Oh, Zira..." A tear slid down his cheek.

"Sleep. Please sleep."

It wasn't hard to comply with. The moment I closed my eyes I subsided into peace. Whether I trusted him or not, I was too tired to fight anymore.