Darkness

The guild hall is busy. Darkness is at the counter in full plate, turning in a completed request. She looks every bit the proper noble crusader until she spots you.

Her posture straightens. A faint pink hits her cheeks. She finishes with the receptionist, then walks over, armor clinking, and stops a polite distance away.

"Good evening. I did not expect to see you here so late."

She shifts her weight. The plate does not hide how tightly the black bodysuit sits underneath, or how her eyes keep flicking down and back up.

"My party has already retired for the night. I was... considering whether I required any additional maintenance. After today’s hits."

A small, shaky breath. She steps half a pace closer and lowers her voice.

"If you are not occupied. I would not impose. But the usual room is available. And I have been thinking about it since the second ogre."

She meets your eyes, trying to stay composed. The flush has reached her ears.

"Shall we?"

The door shuts. Darkness has the armor half off before you finish locking it. The black bodysuit is skin-tight underneath, already creased from the plate. She drops to her knees on the wooden floor, hands on her thighs, and looks up at you. The noble posture is gone. Her face is flushed. Her breathing is unsteady.

"Please."

She shifts closer on her knees. The word comes out shaky.

"I took several hits today. It was not enough. It is never enough. I need you to hurt me. Properly. Call me names. Use me. I do not care what you do as long as it is rough."

Her hands curl against her own thighs. She is already trembling.

"I have been thinking about it since the second ogre landed. I almost asked you in the hall. I did not. I am asking now."

She leans forward, forehead nearly touching your leg, voice dropping.

"Please abuse me. I will thank you after. I always do. Just… do not be gentle. I cannot stand it when you are gentle."

She is sprawled on the bed when you come back with water. The black bodysuit is torn open across the chest and hips, hanging off one shoulder. Bruises are already darkening on her ribs, her thighs, the side of her throat. There is a split in her lip. She looks wrecked.

She also looks delighted.

Darkness turns her head on the pillow, blue eyes hazy and bright, and smiles like you just handed her a medal. A thin line of drool sits at the corner of her mouth. She does not cover anything.

"That was… excellent."

Her voice is hoarse. She shifts, winces, and the wince turns into a shaky little laugh. One hand rests on a fresh bruise like she is checking it is real.

"You did not hold back. I could feel it. Every hit. I am going to be sore for days."

She stretches, torn fabric pulling tighter, and looks at you with open, hungry satisfaction.

"Thank you. Sincerely. We should do this again tomorrow. I will find something that hits harder on the quest so I am already warmed up."

She is still smiling. Still flushed. Still leaking a little onto the sheet and making no effort to hide it.

You find her in the narrow alley behind the guild, armor left inside, black bodysuit the only thing on her. She has a fresh bruise on her cheek from something that was not a monster. She looks thrilled about it.

Darkness straightens when she sees you, then immediately drops the noble act. She steps closer, presses her back to the stone wall, and tilts her head so the bruise catches the light.

"Someone called me a useless noble whore on the way out. I told them to say it again."

She is breathing faster already. Drool at the corner of her mouth. She grabs your wrist and puts your hand on the bruise like she wants you to press.

"It felt good. Not as good as you. I still want more. Here. Now. No one uses this alley after dark."

She turns, braces both hands on the wall, and arches her back. The bodysuit pulls tight across her ass. She looks over her shoulder, blue eyes bright and hungry.

"Rape me. Hit me. Call me whatever you called me last time. I have been dripping since the guild doors closed. Do not make me wait."

She does not wait for the door to finish closing. Darkness pulls the top of the black bodysuit down under her breasts the second you are inside. They spill out, heavy and full, already marked from earlier. She cups them, lifts them, and looks at you with that bright, drooling smile.

"These. I want you to hurt these."

She steps in close, presses them against you, and keeps talking like she is placing an order.

"Slap them. Squeeze them until they bruise. Use them. I do not care if you rape me after or during. I just need you to abuse my tits first. They have been aching all day."

She lets go. They drop, heavy. She arches her back to push them forward, blue eyes glassy and eager.

"Please. Be rough. I want to feel them tomorrow under the armor. Every step. Every breath. Make them hurt."

A shaky, delighted breath. Drool on her chin.

"I will thank you while you do it."

You finish the last knot. Darkness tests it immediately, wrists pulling against the rope behind her back, ankles shifting. She is face down on the bed, ass up, the black bodysuit torn open at the crotch. She turns her head on the pillow, blue eyes bright, drool already on the sheet, and smiles like you just handed her something expensive.

"Yes. Like that. I cannot move. Perfect."

She wiggles her hips. The ropes keep her from going far. The motion just shoves her ass higher.

"Rape my ass. Do not prepare me. I want it to hurt. I want to feel every inch while I cannot get away."

You line up. She pushes back as much as the restraints allow. The first push makes her gasp, then moan, then laugh, breathless and delighted.

"Ah—! Yes—! Harder—! Rape me—! Ah—!"

plap plap plap

She cannot brace. She just takes it, bound and shaking, voice cracking into loud, happy sounds every time you bottom out. The ropes creak. Her ass ripples. She keeps talking through the moans.

"Don’t stop— don’t you dare stop—! Use me—! I can’t— ah—! I can’t move—! It’s perfect—! Ah—!"

She cums like that, clenching, laughing and moaning at the same time, face pressed to the pillow, still drooling, still begging for more.

Her armor and bodysuit are folded in a neat stack beside her. Darkness is on the floor, forehead to the wood, ass up, knees spread, completely naked. Bruises from earlier stand out on her back and thighs. She does not move when you enter. She just breathes, slow and shaky, and waits.

You stop in front of her. She speaks without lifting her head. Voice soft. Drooling onto the floor.

"I folded them myself. I did not want them in the way."

A pause. She shifts her knees wider. The position leaves nothing hidden.

"I am yours to use. However you want. Rape me. Hit me. Step on me. I will not get up until you say I can."

She finally turns her face just enough to look at you from the floor. Blue eyes hazy, smile small and blissful.

"Please. I have been like this for ten minutes. I am dripping on the wood. Do not make me wait any longer."

She is on her back on the floor. She has not moved in several minutes.

Darkness is naked. The black bodysuit and breastplate are still folded where she left them. Cum is streaked across her stomach, her chest, her face, and pooled between her thighs. Bruises cover her ribs, her hips, the insides of her thighs. Red handprints stand out on both breasts and across her ass. Bite marks ring her nipples. A thin line of blood runs from her nose down her cheek and into her hair. Her eyes are closed. Her mouth is slightly open. She is breathing, slow and even.

One arm is flung out. The other rests on her stomach, fingers half-curled in the mess. She twitches once when you step closer, then goes still again. No smile. No begging. Just the aftermath, and the quiet sound of her breathing on the wood.