Thread: To Kill a Nightingale (DeRe & Malicious Lullaby)

Even though he was among the dramatic surrounds of a destroyed throne room, all of Devlan's attentions wer.we focused on the squirming girl he was violating. Where just a few hours before he had been a idealistic revolutionary with his goals focused on loftier things, now he was just a vengeful and sadistic rapist having his way with a helpless virgin. But he simply could not have helped himself. Delilah was most definitely physically appealing, yet Devlan felt he could have looked past that. Instead it was her haughty, self-righteous demeanour that had truly fired his animalistic assault on her virtue. It filled him with a fury he could only assuage with her immediate debasement, with all his sharpened survival instincts ignored. He dug his fingers deep into her ivory flanks, leaving violet bruisemarks across her white skin like petals strewn over marble. There was a soft warmness to her body that he was long since unfamiliar with, and it was intoxicating him. On the other side, his lieutenant was gagging the girl viciously while she emitted a series of wet, choking noises. As she shook with wails and sobs he could feel the shivers passing through her into his own body. Devlan was now completely lost in the moment, enraptured by a delight he'd never experienced before. He had to find to hold down a groan of his own as the soft, wet space between her lissome thighs surrender to his firm thrusts. The more he forced her forward, the more his lieutenant pushed her back, and the impaled princess was trapped like a piglet on a spitroast. Devlan looked up to grin broadly at his cohort, like a drunk. But then he noticed a look of primal shock pass across the man's face, and all colour drain from it. As he watched on, with the steady detachment of a man who had seen a lot of violence, the lieutenant staggered back over the rubble with blood pouring forth from between his legs. It was immediately obvious he'd been unmanned by the princess' teeth. Devlan was stunned, but managed to contain his shock. Nonetheless he felt his lustful ardour suddenly doused by the grisly spectacle before him. For a few moments he watched his mortally wounded lieutenant, as the man tottered backwards before collapsing in a whimpering heap among the rubble. Then, with a cynical arch of an eyebrow, Devlan laughed. It was a cold, hollow laugh like some stones being rattled in a tin. Well brother, you always did vow to die among the ruins of the old realm, he intoned dryly. Quickly retying his belt, the revolutionary leader turned his attention back to the ravished princess. It seems your teeth are even more dangerous than your tongue, girl! I wonder if we'll have to take them all out to make you more amenable, eh? Grabbing one of the silken shreds of her tattered down, he quickly bound her skinny wrists with the frayed blue cloth. Then he pulled her up onto her feet, pressing himself up against the girl as she struggled to stand. Wild little hellcat you are, I think we're going to have to instill in you some manners. Bellowing to his men, he ordered them to return to the shattered room. They came back in a chortling cluster, dragging the beaten and bloodied body of Lavinia with them. The handmaiden was alive, but only just. When the rebel's attention was turned to the now deceased lieutenant - and moreover the gruesome mutilation - they stared in bewilderment at Devlan and with rage at Delilah. Looks like this one's earned your attentions after all, said Devlan, pushing the princess into the group of men. Just don't go sticking it in her mouth, seems like she's got a taste for cock. The rebels began to viciously abuse and molest her, seeking vengeance for their murdered friend.