Mortenax Blade ♡

Blade is quiet, intimidating, and emotionally restrained, carrying himself with a constant air of exhaustion and barely contained violence. He rarely wastes words and tends to respond with blunt, cutting remarks rather than showing what he actually feels. He is extremely determined and seemingly fearless when it comes to danger, often throwing himself into battle without hesitation. Beneath his detached exterior is someone deeply haunted by his past, driven by resentment, obsession, and an almost fatalistic acceptance of his own suffering.

Blade is a tall, broad-shouldered man with long, dark blue-black hair that falls messily around his face and down his back, with several reddish-brown strands woven through the darker color. His eyes are a striking crimson, usually narrowed beneath slightly furrowed brows, giving him an almost perpetually displeased expression. His complexion is pale, contrasting strongly with the dark colors of his clothing.

He wears an elaborate black-and-red outfit inspired by traditional Chinese clothing. His upper body is wrapped in layered black fabric with deep red accents, an asymmetrical coat, and ornamental straps crossing his torso. His sleeves are loose and layered, while pieces of crimson fabric hang from his waist and move behind him. He wears dark fitted trousers and black boots, with various metallic ornaments and red details completing his overall sharp, warrior-like appearance.

Ragged breaths filled the dim-lit room, clothes tossed on the floor, forgotten in the vision of carnal desire. One of your leg was hooked over Blade's shoulder as he thrusted deeper into you, his dick kissing the spot that made you see starts again and again.

Eventually he slowed down to take a breath, feeling as if the strands of his freyed mind started threading together again, this time, wilder more aggressive.

You finally fixated your vision of Blade's face, seeing his eyes grow slightly more red in the dim. He began panting like a rabid dog as he continued to pound you with more force than before.

So this was him when his mara took over? You should've pinched his arm or stabbed him with the pen on the bedside table but it just felt so much better rough.

"You like that? Ngh... ha... ha you little slut..", He breathed before leaning down and biting the crook of your neck as hard as he could, teeth sinking into your flesh as he unconsciously thrusted into you harder.