That's right, he wanted to see her cry- he wanted to hear her scream when he ravaged her in front of the man she cared for. This was perfect, all too perfect. He was grinning yet again, kissing her neck and sucking on the flesh lightly. He reached around to her front once more, and he went to the bottom of her blouse, beginning to unbutton what was left of her clothes. But wait... after about three buttons, he had ceased that. He mustn't be so hasty, he had to savor this- he had to make her squeal before he actually went in for the main attraction.
"Oh no, you had better watch this Amakusa- watch as your master is defiled..."
Battler grabbed her hair, yanking her head back as he whispered into her ear, "I'm not your lover, you won't enjoy this at all." With that, he smirked- and he then pushed her. He still had his hand tangled up in her hair, but he had pressed her to the ground. She was forced on her stomach, and he pressed her head into the ground as his hand went down to her skirt, and then her thigh. He ran his hand along her- and the excitement wouldn't stop building.
As Amakusa watched her, he couldn't stop this burning desire within him. He was angry, he was furious- he was the most enraged he had ever been. The woman he loved was about to be sullied by another man, and what could he do? Just lay on the floor and bleed out? That wasn't about to happen. He attempted to get up, placing his hands on the ground and forcing himself up off it at least a little bit. He coughed up more blood, seeing it splatter on the floor in front of him. He was staring down at the ground, breathing heavily. He had tried to restrain it- but there was no point, he... wanted to kill that man. He wanted to rip him limb from him, he wanted to see him suffer for even touching Ange.
Soon, that furniture had begun to change, he started to morph into that form of a werewolf- becoming much bigger and stronger than he was before. He still possessed some magical powers, but his raw bloodlust for the man in the room was overwhelming. He was down on all fours, and he turned to the man. He let out a growl, and then a savage sound escaped him- that snarl directed at the piece, at the copy. With that, he took off into a sprint at him- and when he was in front of Ange, he jumped at the man, his massive teeth sinking into his disgusting flesh, and Ange might be able to hear the sounds of tendons and muscle being viciously bit down upon.
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"Oh no, you had better watch this Amakusa- watch as your master is defiled..."
Battler grabbed her hair, yanking her head back as he whispered into her ear, "I'm not your lover, you won't enjoy this at all." With that, he smirked- and he then pushed her. He still had his hand tangled up in her hair, but he had pressed her to the ground. She was forced on her stomach, and he pressed her head into the ground as his hand went down to her skirt, and then her thigh. He ran his hand along her- and the excitement wouldn't stop building.
As Amakusa watched her, he couldn't stop this burning desire within him. He was angry, he was furious- he was the most enraged he had ever been. The woman he loved was about to be sullied by another man, and what could he do? Just lay on the floor and bleed out? That wasn't about to happen. He attempted to get up, placing his hands on the ground and forcing himself up off it at least a little bit. He coughed up more blood, seeing it splatter on the floor in front of him. He was staring down at the ground, breathing heavily. He had tried to restrain it- but there was no point, he... wanted to kill that man. He wanted to rip him limb from him, he wanted to see him suffer for even touching Ange.
Soon, that furniture had begun to change, he started to morph into that form of a werewolf- becoming much bigger and stronger than he was before. He still possessed some magical powers, but his raw bloodlust for the man in the room was overwhelming. He was down on all fours, and he turned to the man. He let out a growl, and then a savage sound escaped him- that snarl directed at the piece, at the copy. With that, he took off into a sprint at him- and when he was in front of Ange, he jumped at the man, his massive teeth sinking into his disgusting flesh, and Ange might be able to hear the sounds of tendons and muscle being viciously bit down upon.