She held his chin in her hand, and made him look her in the eye. Then she kissed him, deeply. "I don't care what you've done. That's the past. Right now, you're here with me, and you would never hurt me." She slid one hand under the water, and dragged her nails up the inside of his thigh. "Even if I begged you..."

Ro inhaled sharply as his body responded automatically to her touch. His eyes gleamed slightly and he pulled Ghet forward, touching his lips to hers. "Probably not, but it would be terribly tempting." Nipping her lip he kissed her deeply, fighting down the urges that had been the norm for him at one time.

She felt him react and snickered, sucking gently on his tongue as her hand continued to work under the water, alternately stroking and scratching. "Oh yes, and not just for you," she murmured, shifting her mouth to his throat, glorying in the way his head arched back, listening to his breath become ragged. There were games they could play that would drive them both wild, but the consequences...

Ghet was playing a dangerous game, Ro had never had tight control over his need for pain. Groaning against her mouth he arched up against her, his hands tightening painfully on her ribcage. "Go easy woman... he sent... That's going a tad beyond begging.

When his hands tightened on her, when she felt force from him, her breath caught as her pulse raced, her body's intense response quite beyond her control. She managed to drag her hand away, but she was whimpering with pleasure in his arms. I'm trying. It wasn't her fault one of his hands could span half her waist, that she was so small, and he was so strong... She opened her eyes and tried to focus through a haze of passion. "Now begging would be really bad."

Y'roden's breathing was ragged, and he didn't dare open his eyes. The sounds Ghet made were tempation enough, whimpers that could so easily turn to screams if he applied just a bit more pressure. He remembered how it felt, remembered the musical sound of cracking ribs beneath his fingers, thre breaking of bones under the thrust of his hips. The taste of blood.

"Oh Gods," he ground out, his teeth clenched together as he struggled to ease his grip on Ghetsuhm's delicate waist.

For the longest moment, they stood balanced on the very edge. Ghet couldn't move, she could hardly breathe, wanting. She had suppressed this part of her nature for so long, and it fought to be free, to know the dark and savage pleasures she had once been taught to take. She longed for the taste of blood in her lover's mouth, for fingers hard enough to bruise. Dammit, she'd married a mercenary who'd murdered more men than she'd bedded, and he treated her as though too firm a touch would shatter her. Now, for the first time, she'd taken a lover, one she knew was capable of indulging her tastes quite thoroughly, and if once they should slip, he would lose his soul.

Against her will, she gave a moan full of strangled longing, and realised that she was pressing herself into his hands, trying to increase the pressure even as he fought with all his will to lessen it. The effort required to pull herself back was enormous. "You are quite, quite sure that this is a bad idea, right? I'm just checking."

The fact that she leaned into it aroused him beyond belief, for several moments Ro could feel her ribcage bending under his hands, he could almost hear the creak of strained bone. Her moan of pleasure rippled her body under his fingertips....

Ghet's voice broke his concentration and the half-elf almost lost it, almost broke the first bone... but she had drawn back. Some part of his mind registered that and hauled back on the reins. "I'll give you anything you desire," he gasped out, "Just hold on to my soul."

That was some sentence, and her body tightened in response, strung so tightly it seemed the slightest touch would break her. She was so aroused it hurt. Could she do it? Could she hold on to his soul and keep him safe, in the midst of the madness? Anything she desired...

Heat rushed through her, though the water around them was cooling. She latched on to the fragment of soul that dwelt inside her, moved through that connection into him, groaned at the force of passion she found there. Christian had once broken three of her ribs, both her wrists, and dislocated her right shoulder in one session. Y'roden might kill her. Belatedly, she realised that she had shared with Y'roden the memory of her Captain doing that to her, and that wasn't going to be helping any.

She didn't want him to kill her, and she didn't want Samara to take him. Would that be enough to ensure that she had the will to keep him safe, to stop him in time? She desperately wanted him to hurt her. She could feel his fingers on one of her lower ribs. Every time she breathed, the pressure increased, and then decreased. It was driving her mad.

They were both lost to this. It was already too late, truth be told. She lowered her mouth to his for a brutal kiss. I will try. My love, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have started this, and I can't stop it now. I want... I will do my best to keep you safe."

The conduit in his soul whipped open, and the room seemed to plunge into slow motion. Y'roden's eyes were a riot of emerald and crimson that rapidly fluxuated, the demon and the elf in harmony as his soul tethered itself to Ghetsuhm's. A single rib snapped under the intense pressure of his fingers and he growled like a beast against her lips.

Samara's rage poured four in the back of his mind, cracking open the wound on his abdomen to stain the bathwater a deep red. This was her domain, and Ghetsuhm was treading where only the demoness had walked before. Ghet wasn't just a mere toy as so many other human's and elves ahd been under Ro's hands, she was a mate, a treasure to be kept alive.

Ignoring the protests of the demoness he shut her out. His concentration focused on the redhead, using his grip on Ghet's waist to slam her down onto him, impaling her mercilessly as another rib cracked, the sound drowned out by the half-elf's snarl of what could only be taken as pleasure.

Hundreds of years of restraint snapped in that one moment. The fierce, sharp pain lanced through her, as her rib broke, and she came. She knew from experience, that was just the beginning. He took her, iron-hard, every thrust jolting the bones against each other.

The pain was agony, and absolute bliss. She was his slave, his toy, to do with as he pleased. The surrender brought her intense pleasure. Another bone broke, and she screamed, her body writhing, safe to fight because she knew she was not strong enough to escape him...

And yet, throughout, she cradled his soul lovingly.

A crimson mist drifted off the surface of the water, the result of D'riel blood combining with the Aethyr pouring through Y'roden's conduit. The two broken ribs healed beneath his touch, only to break again when he drove Ghet down on to himself. Her screams drove him wild, releasing the bestial part of him that had been pent up for centuries.

"Hurt me," he growled at her, placing Ghet's hands on his chest he angled her nails into his flesh. Grabbing her by the hair he pulled her forward, kissing her roughly...

His head was spinning.... he had made his first kills in a bath.... The screams echoed so much better against porcelain.

Ghet gave a sobbing moan. The pain abated, and then set back in. There was no time to get used to it, to adjust. Y'roden was different, and it pleased her.

Christian had liked her immobilised. Mark had let her fight uselessly. Y'roden wanted her as a partner, giving and taking. She knew what she was doing, though. When he kissed her, she bit right through his lip, flooding both their mouths with blood. Her nails carved deep tracks through his chest, making sure to take in the more delicate skin on his nipples. She lowered her mouth to draw the blood out of the channels. She worked her way up, and sank her teeth into the firm muscles of his shoulder. Her head was spinning wildly, her body working against his automatically.

"You like it?"

He had been trained not to scream, no matter how great the pleasure or pain. Y'roden's reaction was more a low rumbling growl from the depths of his chest. His breathing was quick and shallow, the pupils of his eyes dialated as the suffering became sweet, intoxicating.

"I love it."

Lifting her with him out of the tub he laid her out on the floor, the sight of his own blood streaked across her flawless skin only arousing him further. His thrusts grew harder until Ghet's delicate body gave way, her pelvic bone breaking under the force of his form. The music of breaking bone combined with cries of passion drove the half elf over the edge, his seed filling her once, but not quite sating his need.

His fingers roved over her flesh, the warmth of healing a pleasure that lasted mere seconds before he drove into her again.

The breaking of her bone was exquisite. Every thrust he made hurt her more. She could no longer move to meet him, but he would be in no doubt how fully aroused she was, how needy. Her pelvic nerves fed her twin messages, how it hurt, how good, how good it felt. She screamed, nearly lost her hold on his soul as ecstacy took her again, out of her mind.

She gasped, as the pain abated, leaving a momentary aching void in its place until he began again. Gods, but he could match her. She gave a hissing, sibilant affirmation as he drove her again, took his hand into her mouth, shamelessly plying his fingers with her tongue, sucking and biting until, with a swift motion, she broke his finger.

She pulled him to her, breaking nails on the taut skin of his buttocks. She tried to speak to him, but pleasure took her voice again and all she could do was scream.

He wound himself deeper into her soul, subconciously terrified of losing complete control. Y'roden loved her, the Demon would kill her.

A groan of pleasure escaped him as his finger snapped and he drove into her harder as Ghet's nails dug into his skin. Lowering his head he bit at her breasts, catching the nipples between his teeth until he drew blood. The taste of her brought on a surge of adrenalin, he shot to his knees, pulling her with him.

She was light in his grasp, fragile, and several ribs cracked as Ro stood and drove her into the wall. His hands were hard on her thighs, pulling them around his waist as he bit into her mouth.

She tightened her grip on him, conscious that they were pushing a boundary from which neither of them would return. Some dim and far-away thinking part of her mind was astounded and impressed that she could maintain this hold in the face of the insanity that moved them both. It was something to do with the link between them...

The rest of her, though, belonged to the abuse of her breasts, the blood from both of them she knew covered her skin. She was caught on a vise from which she had no will to escape. She knew, that if Y'roden had wanted to kill her, she would have let him, welcomed it. She also knew that, in spite of what he did to her, he loved and treasured her.

He rammed her into the wall and all the breath went out of her. Pain rushed in on her, she heard the crunch of her own bones breaking, gloried in the force of a man who could take her with such power he could snap her. It was her power, that she could make him want her so much she could overcome every civilised impulse in him.

Yet. She didn't know how much more she could take. She no longer knew what her body did, found fresh blood in her mouth and realised she had bitten deeply into Y'roden's throat. She had always lost consciousness in the past, now she must not. With enormous effort, she pulled herself back from the final, self-destructive madness, just. She gripped his waist with the strength of her legs, forcing him hard into her, felt herself tear, and laughed. Laughter ended in a scream that held his name as she urged him on.

In spite of everything, she knew they were safe.

Experience had taught him the limitations of the human body. There had been quite a few that had died on him before he was ready to let them go. Over the centuries he had learned to attune himself to their pain, to their limits, to listen closely to the sound of their breathing and the terrified fluttering of their hearts. He knew what he was doing, and he knew just how much Ghet could take, even more so because of his close connection to her soul.

Grabbing her by the wrists he yanked her arms roughly up over her head, snapping her collar bone with a sharp tug. Holding her helpless he leaned in to her teeth, encouraging her to bite down harder. The half-elf kept up the pace until he felt her falter, felt her conciousness start to slip and her blood coat his body like a sheen of sweat. Ro's form shuddered violently as he released into her, his seed mixing with her life's blood as her body broke beneath him.

For several moments he remained still, listening to his lover's weakened hearbeat and shallow breathing before he relaxed his grip on her, catching Ghet's broken body in his arms as he eased away from the wall. The emerald crept back into his eyes, and the tenderness returned to his touch as he sank to the floor, cradling the redhead in his arms. "It's alright," he said softly, "I've got you."

His hands roved over her body,mending the damage he had done. When he realized the extent of it he was surprised she was still breathing.... All the while he kissed her softly, slightly stunned by what he had done.

Blood from his throat ran into her mouth and down her neck, but the greatest pleasure was when he pinned her hands and held her helpless while he broke her. For a long moment, their bodies convulsed together, loving this twisted pleasure.

Then she felt him pull back his soul, and realised with relief that she could let go. Her body went completely limp in his arms, her mind hazily on the edge of unconsciousness. She felt the comforting warmth of his hands, the gentle tingle of aethyr as he healed the damage done to her, felt her strength slowly returning.

Finally, she drew a deep breath, and it didn't hurt. Slowly, she opened her eyes, smiled into his beautiful face. She was a hair's breadth from telling him she loved him, though she knew that would be too cruel. She was not his, and she never could be.

Yet now, in a way, she was. This wasn't something they could ever, either of them, speak of to anyone else and hope for the slightest understanding. It bound them together. She reached up and touched his face, her fingers tender. She was utterly exhausted.

She looked over their blood-stained bodies, and gave a small, tired laugh. "We just had a bath."

He was tired, but the need to care for Ghet was stronger then his bodies need for rest. The half-elf smiled and shook his head, "Bathtime just doesn't seem to work for us," he said, "We never seem to get clean."

Hefting her into his arms he struggled to rise, carring her over to the shower. Standing just outside he set Ghet onto her feet so he could work the taps, then lifted her in with him. The warm water rinse away the sheen of blood that glistened on their skin, a soothing rhythm that brought a deep sigh from the Prince of Corin. Leaning against the wall he supported her against his body, his hands running softly over her skin to wash away the red.

There was a secret between them now, a shared pleasure that would mark their souls.