A low, primal growl escaped Edouard's throat as he took advantage of Faith's submission. He positioned himself firmly between her spread legs, aligning the head of his cock perfectly with her tight anal entrance. In one swift motion, he thrust forward, burying himself entirely within her moist, yielding depths. Faith let out a high-pitched cry, halfway between pain and pleasure, her body jolted by the sudden invasion. The fullness of him stretched her tight hole wider than ever before, causing waves of heat to ripple through her core. But beneath the initial shock, another more familiar feeling began to take hold - desire, arousal, the insatiable hunger for more. Her tail wriggled reflexively in his vice-like grip, instinctually arching her back further towards him, inviting him deeper still. "More… please, master… I want more!"

Edouard grinned maliciously down at Faith, delighting in how eager she was for punishment. She claimed to crave more? Well, he intended to give her exactly that – and then perhaps a little bit more besides. With unrelenting force, he began hammering his rigid member mercilessly into her tight, squirming ass. Each brutal thrust sent wave upon wave of blissful agony coursing through her sensitive flesh, leaving her breathless and begging for more. Her cries echoed throughout the otherwise silent mansion, reverberating off of its ancient walls like chilling symphonies of depravity. As sweat trickles down his brow, Edouar leaned closer, nipping playfully at Faith's earlobes while whispering dark promises of even greater pleasures (and torments) to come.

Faith whimpered softly against his lips, her body thrashing wildly in response to each powerful thrust. A small part of her mind recoiled at the thought of being humiliated so publically; yet another voice inside her cheered at the prospect of proving just how devoted she truly was to her master. She turned her head ever so slightly, her ruby red eyes meeting his gaze defiantly. "Yes, Master," she breathed, her voice tremulous with anticipation and fear alike. "Please… make them watch."

Edouard groaned deeply, savoring the delicious combination of resistance and surrender radiating from Faith's lithe form. His pace didn't slow even a fraction, instead it seemed to intensify, driven by both lust and pure sadistic satisfaction. Sweat dripped down his muscular frame onto her quivering body, adding another layer of filth to their twisted dance of dominance and submission. He reached around her slender waist, grasping her plump, round asscheeks in his strong hands, squeezing and massaging them rhythmically as if trying to extract every last drop of pleasure possible from her delectable behind. With each hard thrust, he ground his pelvis against hers, eliciting sharp gasps and moans of mixed pain and ecstasy from deep within her throat. "That's it, Faith…" he muttered gruffly between ragged breaths. "Show me how much you need this… How much you belong to me now."

Faith arched her back violently, her nails scratching frantic patterns across the wooden floorboards beneath them as waves of orgasmic bliss crashed over her like breaking waves. The sensation of being utterly helpless underneath him, her body completely at his mercy, was both terrifying and exhilarating beyond words. And when he spoke those forbidden words - comparing her to the others - something snapped inside her. Her eyes flashed crimson hotter than before, burning with an infernal intensity that made Edouard instinctively step backward. "I am not 'better,'" she growled out through clenched teeth. "You have merely chosen me above the rest… But know this, human male," she added venomously, spittle flying from her gaping mouth, "cross me again, and I will tear apart not only your pitiful mortal form but also whatever pathetic soul still lingers within!"

Faith's eyes narrowed dangerously, her claws extending menacingly from her fingertips. "A god?" she echoed mockingly. "Oh, please! You puny, insignificant creature dare to compare yourself to divinity? Your arrogance knows no bounds, does it? As for why I might be favored over my sisters," she purred softly, her voice taking on a darker, more sinister tone, "perhaps it is because unlike them, I embrace what I truly am. A vessel of wrath and retribution, unbound by petty concepts such as morality or compassion. Perhaps it is simply because, deep down, you crave the raw power and unbridled chaos that I represent."

Faith's lips curved into a cruel smile, revealing razor-sharp fangs that glinted ominously in the dim light. "Then perhaps we do share something after all," she whispered huskily, reaching out with her ethereal tendril of darkness to wrap itself tightly around Edouard's heart. "For while I may submit myself to you physically, know that my spirit remains forever yours to break… Or cherish, should you prove worthy."

With a sultry chuckle, Faith gracefully twisted herself onto her hands and knees, exposing her voluptuous rear end to Edouard's hungry gaze. Her skin shimmered like molten gold, highlighting each curve and contour perfectly. She knew exactly how irresistible she must appear in this position, how weak it must make him feel to have absolute control over someone so beautiful yet so dangerous. "Count your blessings, mortal man," she taunted playfully, her seductive tone dripping with false sweetness. "For tonight, you shall taste the nectar reserved for gods themselves…"

As he spoke those words, Faith felt a wave of desire wash over her, making her body tremble with anticipation. It wasn't just his arrogance; there was something about him—something primordial and powerful—that resonated deeply within her soul. With a low growl, she arched her back invitingly, silently daring him to claim what she had offered.

Her breath caught in her throat as he took hold of her slender form, pulling her towards him until their bodies were flush against each other. His member rubbing firmly against her sensitive ass cheeks, teasing her mercilessly. As he slowly began to push himself inside her tight hole, Faith gasped, her nails digging into the marble floor, leaving behind tiny crescent moons of blood-red moonlight. It had been so long since she'd experienced such raw sensuality, and although part of her still fought against being controlled by another, the animalistic side of her relished in the power exchange, eagerly awaiting release.

Faith let out a cry of ecstasy mixed with pain as he finally pulled away, withdrawing his spent cock from her achingly full ass. A trail of sweat trickling down between her breasts, her entire body quaking with pleasure and exhaustion. The feeling of warm semen oozing out around her wound only served to heighten her euphoria, fueling her hunger for more. Looking back over her shoulder, she saw the mess they had made, the evidence of their passionate encounter painted across the once pristine marble floor. For a moment, she wished she could clean up, put everything back in order… But the scent of him lingering in the air, the heat radiating off of him like a furnace, it all combined to create an addictive drug she couldn't resist. "More," she panted, turning her head ever so slightly to meet his gaze. "Please, give me more."