Feed The Hungry

The nameless woman had told him to hurt her, and so he had. Sitka worked the fae over with little care for her own enjoyment. He'd given her several chances to be amicable and she'd chosen the hard way instead. With his teeth in her neck he'd had his way with her, working her over furiously for his own satisfaction. Her sounds were a turn on, but ultimately meant little to him. Whether she enjoyed herself or not didn't factor into the equation anymore. All that mattered what that he got what he wanted and found his own pleasure and release. Sitka found just that with the squirming girl beneath him that whined and gave breathy sounds of enjoyment partway through their rough coupling. He'd clawed her up while he held onto her wriggling body, sunk his teeth into her tender throat until he tasted trickles of blood on his tongue, and snarled his delight fro beginning to end.

Once he was done, he climbed off of the girl and left her sprawled unceremoniously across the ground. The dire brute was panting while he gathered his breath again, flopping down a step or two away from the pink bitch to start licking his wounds clean. Sitka didn't say a word to the woman he'd just violated, only barely paying attention to her on the fringe of his peripheral. He fully intended to have another go at her if she chose to stay around—or hell, maybe she'd even want a round two if her sounds were any clue!—but if she took off, he wouldn't raise a fuss. He'd gotten his rocks off and gotten to dominate the bitch in the process. It had been a win for him and a very, very good night so far.

"Sitka Thánatos"