He's such a pretty kitten. Convinced his sharp little claws can do real damage against the big bad wolf. Kuro's weaker self has been humoring him. Letting him think he's stronger than he is. He's lucky his stubbornness is endearing, or Kuro might have just killed him for failing to acknowledge his betters.
Declawing the kitten is easy. He just has to wait until he over extends himself on an attack, then rip the sword from his hand. The red bayard resumes its dormant state where he tosses the blade across the room. The kitten doesn't give up at the loss of his weapon. He keeps fighting with his weak fists alone. Kuro is pleased. He'd be so disappointed, if he'd quit so easily. He might have had to wring his delicate neck.
The kitten tries. He tries so hard to land a blow, but Kuro has fought creatures so much faster and stronger than him. Every attempt whiffs past his body into open air. He's honestly committing an act of mercy when he doubles him over with a fist in his gut. Preventing him from going through the humiliation of dragging this out.
A strike to the back of his knees brings the kitten to the ground. A follow up to his head sprawls him to his belly. He straddles the back of his thighs, twists his arms into a painful lock, before he can blink the haze from his pretty purple eyes.
He can see the fear bubbling up in the way the kitten snaps his sharp teeth, and pulls fruitlessly against his hold. When he leans down, presses the front of his torso down the smaller one's back, so he can see the terror in his eyes up close, the struggling escalates. His continued attempts at escape are cute, but when he tries to crack his skull against Kuro's own, Kuro still grabs his hair and slams his face against the ground.
He licks some of the blood from the kitten's busted lip before sitting back up. Of course the thing tastes as good as he looks.
There are so many games he would like to play. He knows the kitten would be good for days of enjoyment, if only he had the time, but alas he does not. He guesses he can settle for hearing him meow before he has to let him go.
He very carefully telegraphs his moves. Makes sure the kitten notices how Kuro pick out one of his smaller fingers and holds the digit separate from the rest. Very slowly he bends it the wrong way. Letting the anticipation build. He watches the pain increase in the kitten's actions. He starts with heavy breathing, then choked pleas for him to stop, and finally, with a snap of bone, the prettiest scream he's ever heard. Oh he wants to hear him make that sound again. He selects another finger.
By the time he's heard that beautiful cry five more times, the kitten is a mewling mess. Letting out little whimpers every time he twists the already broken fingers. He wonders what other noises the cute thing can make. What would he have to do, to turn the wetness in his pretty eyes into real tears.
There is a whoosh as the door opens, and Kuro looks up to see who is interrupting his fun. Oh, the kitten's owner has arrived. Such a shame, seems like Shiro wants his kitten back.
Note:
Last night I couldn't get the idea out of my head of Kuro calling Keith kitten and Shiro his owner. Plus you know breaking Keith's fingers because he likes to hear him scream. Soooo, ya'll got this today. Hope you enjoyed.
I might at some point write follow ups with Kuro and the other paladins. Though they would be more mind fuckery and less rapey vibes.