Riful wasted no time, rather never did when she wanted such strong warriors to awaken, but she was not as patient as before either. Her sharpened fingertips, those transformed bladed nails, sank into the warriors uniform as the fabric was cut away so easily like a knife through butter. She could smell the sweet blood and the insecure uncomfortable scent fill her lungs, leaving an exasperated sigh from her lips.

"I… I won't awaken for the likes of you." She growled weakly, eyes creasing, but suddenly jolts as pain is twisted through her abdomen again.

"We will see." The abyssal stated simply, and removed the ironclad tentacle from her abdomen with a painful jerk. As she did Galatea cried out sharply, the remainder left a sweet echo through the cavernous walls, making the dark haired woman grin even more. Licking her own tentacle off, the blood that streamed down the warriors luscious bare body, snapping her tendril off to the side with a sickening crack against the floor.

Bringing the bladed nails along her abdomen, watching the wound heal at excessive speed but not all the way through as she could sense from all the pain quiver its way through her body. Scraping the nails down her waist, and to the warrior's thigh, she leaned in and licked the luscious blood off her stomach. Despite the slight fowl taste of her yoma half, she concentrated only on the human part of it, and purred loudly.

"For someone, so beautiful, you sure as hell taste horrible." She snickered, and her tongue slickened over Galatea's skin, or was it her tongue?

The warrior couldn't tell anymore, it felt sickeningly wet but there was no warmth, peaking down ever so faintly she could see another tentacle gliding up the center of her chest. Shuddering with an ever so small gasp, the sheer sword-like extension slicing along her skin with an extremely cold touch, but Galatea could feel it slowly warming the longer it fell in contact with her quivering body.

"Ara, ara…" A soft amused chuckle left the young woman, "You're heating up, are you getting sick? Of me perhaps?" She suddenly laughed, but of course she knew the true reason behind the heat of the warrior's skin, even as her face darkened unexpectedly when the tendril rubbed against her breast.

Despite the position she put Galatea in against the stone wall she was still so close, and her dark haired beauty was surely something to be afraid of. The warrior knew for sure this was her worst mistake, even to the point she slowly wished for death's embrace, instead of this torture that had only begun. Her heart was pounding hard, and her yoki was startlingly becoming frustrated, she held it back despite the clearly amused smirk upon the abyssal's face before her.

"Come on, don't you get it?" Riful's voice teasingly sweet, yet filled with malice behind her tongue. "I only want to own you, and never let you go." Leaning close to her captive's body her lips pressed against the middle of her chest, and slowly down with utmost sensuality, gently biting where she knew muscles lay as it caused the body under her lips to twinge. The smallest hint of a smirk tugged at the corner of her lips, and slipped her hand to the inside of her preys thigh leaving small paper cut incisions with her sharpened nails.

Trying not to writhe, not to give in, was becoming harder and harder. The heat rushed to her face, causing her beautiful face to burn with the one desire she wanted to keep to herself. Breathing began to tremble excessively, and her heart skipped an unhealthy amount, because the blonde couldn't deny what her body really wanted. Every muscle ached, and yearned in such a painful manner that she could barely feel the rods of steel hands twisting in her shoulder.

Barely aware of her own words, like an incoherent whisper to her own ears, but her hazed eyes could tell she said something she was going to regret by the look on Riful's face. A disarray of emotions flooded through the abyssal, and Galatea could sense it as clear as day, her own mind filled with desire and disillusioned craving. In a blink of an eye she forced her manipulation on the being in front of her, and those sharp nails scraped ruthlessly along her thigh directly to her center. Lips parted with a shaken and well held back groan, through her throat as the warriors body trembled beneath her captor's hands.

"You monsters still crave the weirdest things, whatever." She mused, but dismissed the fact her yoki had been moved again by the claymore. Riful's dark gaze flickered towards the warrior's silver, and grinned seeing the overbearingly silver glow resonating from them, but behind that there was a need. She couldn't ignore it, but she could clearly smell it, "You'll regret asking me."

Unable to respond, she could only writhe as those tentacle fingers extended into equally rounded off tips, and sank into her body without approval. The monster before her didn't have the decency to warn her, as pleasure ripped ruthlessly through her body, biting her lower lip hard with a constrained whine of a moan. Fingers thrust roughly into the warrior, and her other hand scraped down her waist, tendrils coiling around her arms and exiting from their protrusion into her shoulder as a choked scream left the warrior's throat.

Galatea's body was trying to heal everything as fast as it came and went, but it hurt even worse through the pleasure destroying her on the inside. Trying to focus on healing, and not giving the monster the exact sounds she wanted, but the sensations cracked through her barrier. Beginning to moan, and she could only hear faint laughter in response, but when she felt undeniable pain and screamed? Riful smiled in such a way, that her heart stopped for but a moment, her aged beauty was hard to deny. But it was wrong, so wrong to feel like that for this monster, a beautiful and destructive monster.

"So beautiful," came her quite voice through Galatea's screams of pain and pleasure. "You're making it hard for me to think about awakening you." Sighing in reluctance, her dark tendrils of hair pulling her away from the wall carrying her by the shoulders and waist to place her on the ground, but her thrusting didn't cease while she was in the air even until she was placed on the cold ground. "But, you are such an annoying bitch to, so I'm torn with what to do with you."

Wanting to snap back, her mouth gaped open but all that came out was a raspy pain throttled groan, weak even against the loose hold on her body. Galatea was steadily going numb, and her yoki was raging from the inside out, eyes flashed gold in an instant writhing between pain and pleasure as she tried to get out of her hold that now tightened again. "D-damn… y..you!" She cursed loudly, but she suddenly gasped sharply, her body seered with pain close to the center of her heart.

Eyes wide, but her body a numb and motionless mess, breath unstable and quick. The monster was above her, straddling her hips yet she couldn't move, not an inch. Riful's ironclad tendrils all removed from her body, not even restraining her, except the one she could nearly blindly see sticking out from her very own chest. It was so close to her heart, she couldn't tell if she meant to go for it, but for the first time fear gleamed in her golden eyes towards the abyssal.

"I don't want to kill you, remember?" Tipping her head with a wickedly cute smile over her lips, "I only want to play with you, until you awaken." She told her, for probably the millionth time, and her slender fingers toyed with Galatea's luscious silken hair.

"You are… one… sick… twisted bitch." She snarled in response, but her voice cracked as a severe chill ran through her body, but she didn't want this creature touching her hair either.

"Maybe to you," Riful giggled. "But you sure made my day better. And I'm not so sure I want to let you go now. Pretty little doll."