Blueeyeddevil06, thank you for being my beta.
"So," Beryl said laughing, "You failed again, and you don't have your whores to take out your frustrations on. It's such a pity," she said mockingly.
He shot an icy glare at her. "You just killed them out of petty jealousy."
"No, they were under the impression that I didn't deserve respect. It irritated me. Next time you bring women here, make sure they know their place."
He shoved her against the wall, jerked her dress up, and thrust two fingers in her pussy. "Your wet pussy is telling me you lie. You hate me yes, but you love the fucking." She bit him hard on the shoulder, and he smiled. "I knew you liked it, bitch." He then used his thumb on her clit, and she hissed out. "You just got even wetter. Say it."
She kissed him hard, then bit his lip, drawing blood. "I despise you."
"And I have every intention of killing you," he replied. "What does that have to do with this?" He then scissored his fingers inside of her.
Her chest was heaving. "Die!"
He thumbed her clit again. "Interesting. You want this, but you refuse to let me know. I don't rape women. You know that." Her response was to glare at him. No matter how evil he was, he couldn't ever stomach being that vile. He did smile. He would be willing to toe the line and play like he was pushing her into fucking him. He knew what she wanted. She was soaking wet.
He yanked her hair with his other hand while he fucked her with his fingers. "You want me fucking you right now. That's okay. You don't have to admit it. All you need to say is 'no' and I walk away." He stared at her for twenty seconds, and she was silent. His cock twitched.
He removed his fingers, lifted her up, and fireman-carried her to her room. He next ripped her dress, shredding it and tossing it to the floor. He then snapped his fingers, and his clothes disappeared.
"I hate you, you royal bitch," he growled out. She then spat in his face and he slapped her. "I can't wait until you're dead. For now…."
He then flipped her over, and slapped her ass, hard. "Ass up!" He pulled her ass into the air and thrust in hard, slamming himself to the hilt. He then smacked her lower back forcing her to clench her muscles on his cock. "You like it rough." She spread her legs as her only answer.
He then fucked her hard. He took everything from her he wanted. He slapped her ass, and bit her back. She couldn't hold it in, and she moaned out loudly. What he didn't know was that her eyes were closed tightly. In her mind it was Endymion there with her. Every moan she made was for his son. The father instead of the son. It was him that made her wet and burn with lust. Elis was just the closest substitution she had at the moment. They both came hard, grunting out their orgasms. When she orgasmed, her walls fluttered so hard he cursed out and told her how good it felt. That pissed him off that he said anything in praise of her. It made him hate her more.
They both collapsed on the bed, and she opened her eyes and glared at him. "Get the fuck out, asshole." The beautiful illusion was ruined by his face looking back at her.
He flipped her to her back and thrust his cock in her again. "When I'm done with you, you'll know it."
He then took her while she scratched him so hard she drew blood. They orgasmed again, but he didn't remove his penis from inside of her.
"You're a real bitch, Beryl, and I hate everything about you but the sex. This seems fitting." He then, with his cock still in her, choked her hard. "I found Endymion. He's Tuxedo Mask." Just the mention of his name got her to flex her inner walls.
He smiled as her eyes flared with hope. He then moved his other hand to the pendant on her necklace and let dark energy flow through it, overwhelming the stone. She choked out in terror, and as the stone cracked, she went limp and disintegrated into dust. Nothing else was left of her now.
Elis stood, smiled as he wiped the dust that was her body from his hands. She was dead, and it felt good. Now was time for the rest of his plan. Collect more energy and then figure out how to destroy Metalia.
He walked out of the room singing, "Ding dong the witch is dead." As purple energy surged and arched through his body.
Metalia rumbled with delight as the energy that had been fueling Beryl slipped back into her. "So, she's dead." She was one step closer to her ultimate goal.
I felt like making the point that despite how absolutely vile he is as Elis, some things are too far even for him. He didn't give up so much of his soul to Metalia that he was capable of rape.
I also wanted to make him a complete ass.