"Please what? More? Or would you rather I stopped hmmm?"

The sounds of her pained sobs did nothing more than excite him, driving him to a greater frenzy as her sweat-drenched body writhed in pain mixed with pleasure. She was chained, eagle spread, in the middle of the room, her body naked except for the heavy cloak her damp hair provided. Her breasts heaved as she whimpered at his suggestion to stop; she'd die if he stopped, leaving her in this hellish limbo.

The crack of the whip sounded as it lashed through the air and collided with her back. She arched in response, her breathing heavy as she struggled through the pain induced haze she was experiencing, only to have the breath knocked out of her as fingers slid inside her body, rising the aching inferno within her to fever pitch while a smooth tongue licked over the cuts on her back, lapping up her blood rigorously. Her body thrashed this way and that as she strained against the chains, her head tossing this way and that as she tried in vain to quell the need being evoked inside her. She was so close, so close that she could almost taste the end, see it and damn well feel it, only for her to be denied as he removed his fingers from inside her body and took his tongue away from her back, tracing it up her spine till he could nibble on her neck, his teeth scraping across the rapid pulse laying just beneath the surface. Her heart beat began to slow as the tension flowed out of her body until she slumped forward in her chains, only to jerk back up as the whip collided with her body again and again, each blow delivered with more force than the first one. The cycle had been going on continuously for almost 2 days and she wasn't sure how much more her body could take the abuse.

"See, this is what happens when you defy orders."

His words were ice cold, yet they seemed to flow over her skin like silk, causing shivers to erupt all over her body.

"Why? Why did you save his life?"

Her voice came out raspy, the soreness of screaming out both in agony and pleasure taking its toll, "I wanted… I wanted to be the one… to kill him with my own bare hands." She licked her lips wincing as her tongue scraped against the cut he'd placed there with a single bite, her body already suffering from her battle, screaming out in agony as his hand tenderly caressed her bruised skin.

"Oh? So you thought that while in pursuit of your own wants it was ok for you to go against mine?"

"No." A blood curdling scream echoed around the room as he whipped her back feverously, "No what?"

"NO MASTER!"

"Will you defy me again?" "No master, never again."

"And why should I believe you hmmmm? If you can do it once then you most certainly can do it again." The temperature in the room dropped several degrees as his voice took on an icy hiss.

"I won't, please! I won't defy you. I need you!" He smirked at her admission; enjoying watching the once proud warrior beg for his touch, beg for him to continue her torture, beg for him to dominate her in every sense of the word. Hell she truly was beautiful, a beacon of raw sensuality that had called to him from the very beginning, something that he had to possess, and possess he did.

With a casual flick of his wrist, Serena found her bloodied back laying on black silk sheets, providing little relief as the "cuts" all over her back were antagonised by the material as it clung to the deep gashes criss-crossing all over her back. She arched off the bed in a silent scream, only to find herself being pushed back down by the naked body of the devil himself, and what a body it was. No matter how much she loathed the man, he was still the epitome of all things sinful, down from his muscular body, firm butt, delightfully sinful, full lips and smouldering eyes, even if they were a soulless black. The hair that normally hung to his shoulders in soft curls was currently tickling her hyper sensitive skin as his lips closed around her tightened nipples, his hands mapping out every contour of her skin.

Serena raised her hands to fist in his hair; welcoming the sweet relief his mouth was providing to counter act the bitter pain of her back. Only to let out a pain filled gasp as his hands clamped down on her wrists and forced her hands up above her head, pressed down into the sheets and uncomfortably stretching her damaged body. Yet that only added to her desire as whimper after whimper escaped from between her lips while he continued to devour her body, a feral scream ending in a sigh bounced off the rocked walls as suddenly he thrust inside her, her legs instantly clamping round his body as he set a harsh rhythm, the sound of flesh hitting flesh, accompanied with their moans and groans and heavy breathing, the only sounds to be heard in the room. She reached her peak quickly, orgasm after orgasm flowing through her system in revenge for being denied for the past couple of days, and still his body kept pumping into hers, his back arching as he freed her hands and her nails raked down his back in open defiance to their former imprisonment, his mouth smashing onto hers as they passionately kissed again and again. His thrusts began to take on a sense of urgency, becoming harder and harder, faster and faster as he approached his own peak. With his own feral roar, he let go, collapsing on top of her heaving body.

Serena rolled over, trying to put as much distance between the two of them that her weary body would allow. She heard him chuckle as he rolled onto his side, his hands reaching out to pull her aching body back to his. Serena couldn't help let out a small whimper as his chest rubbed against the cuts on her back, but that all became secondary to the feeling of him rubbing enticingly along the curve of her butt. A helpless whimper of need escaped her throat and her legs parted instantly, much to her own self loathing.

"I hate you!"

The devil grinned roguishly as he thrust into her from behind, her moan of pleasure making it more prominent, "That's what makes it all the more fun my little one… your oh-so-precious hate."…………………………………………………………………………………………………

Agony. Nothing could stop the burning sensation shooting through his limbs at random intervals. Biting down on his lip, Darien attempted to ignore the throbbing in his shoulder as he attended to the wounded man before him. Gritting his teeth as he twisted slightly to survey the surrounding area, Darien saw the largely dwindled number of his team as they helped those in need.

Shaking his head, he wondered how the enemy had been able to deplete his team so efficiently. Only two of Night Wing's shadows had been killed, while he had lost 6 mean, 3 times as much. Again, he shook his head, this time to dispel the negative path his thoughts were taking, there was no way he'd be able to produce the answers to the never ending questions swirling around in his head, at least not right at this moment. Finished with his healing, Darien rocked back on his heels, forcing down the explicit that begged to be released as his body groaned in protest at his movements.

Quickly assembling his team, he transported them back to Heaven, dismissing them as he retreated to his own quarters, stumbling every now and again as his vision tunnelled with every step he took. Fighting against his body's demands he rest so the healing process could begin, he made his way to the bathroom. Turning the shower on, Darien allowed the bathroom to become encompassed with thick steam before he stripped down and entered, as hiss escaping from between his lips as the water pelted his skin, igniting individual fires everywhere the water happened to land. Dropping his head forward, he closed his eyes as he thought back to the battle.

It was intense, never had he been challenged like that before and he doubted that he ever would. He…. No she was literally poetry in motion as she attacked, never diverting from her goal, even said goal was his demise. A wry grin formed on his lips as he remembered the way she'd felt pressed against his body and he felt the stirring deep within his body as he flashed back on her face gazing down at his. Clenching his fist he opened his eyes, watching almost hypnotised as the pinkish water swirled down the drain.

He mentally shook himself, a disgusted voice making itself heard, get a grip Darien, this is the same person responsible for searing pain rocketing through your body at the moment. Snap out of it! The first voice was joined by another more meeker one, Yeah, but she did save my life, the first voice responded instantly, only because she wants to be the one to kill you, after all you will be her greatest conquest. The mocking tone wasn't lost on anyone and Darien quickly quelled the voices in his head, turning off the shower and proceeding to make his way towards his bedroom.

Dressing quickly, he literally collapsed onto his bed, embracing the mind and body numbing darkness provided by that sneaky mistress sleep…………………………………………………………………………………………………….