Soulless

"You feel like satin. Like ye were carved from the softest things to make a sheath fer a man."

"You're utterly soulless." I leaned up to shout.

"Who needs one when I have this." He stuffed me full again. "Fucking you feels so good, Little Raven. In-fact," He murmured. "You're so delightfully surprising, I'm certain now I'll be keeping ye for my little slave."

"Isn't that what you intended to begin with?" I sneered.

He was thrusting so fiercely that there was a guttural sound coming out of me. Broken each time he entered me again. "But I've come ta an even greater decision now, Wee Lass."

"What?" I looked over my shoulder at him. My eyes darkened with bitterness. Resentment for what he was doing to me.

"Ye're well suited to be one of my kind."

"You're kind?" I blinked at him in confusion. Even he had paused his ministrations to more slowly slip in and out of me. Still gripping my wrists to keep me from reaching the pot I so yearned for.

The one I want to smash over his head.

"My kind."