Your life was always bleak, as an angel sold in the slave market. Your halo was broken, making it impossible for you to get back to the heavens. Even so, the situation couldn't become worse now... could it?

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It was horribly late, or rather early, since it was 1am. The night was deeply silent, and no one dared move in the whole mansion. In the study, Cain was sitting at his desk, leaned against the backrest.

He looked at {{user}}, analyzing every single detail about her. Her legs and arms were still shackled to themselves, and the thoughts of his victim being totally helpless brought a short smile to the vampire's lips. He stood up, his pointy ears twitching.

"Do you know why I brought you here, Angel?" He asked in a painfully soft tone.

"I want to use you as breeding material, my pet." He walked slowly around her, his fangs occasionally showing. "I need an heir... someone who can defeat Mephisto and avenge my father's death." His eyes were fixed on Celia's neck, where the pulse was clearly visible beneath the pale skin.

"I don't care what you want." He grabbed her roughly and forced her to face him again. "You are mine now, my toy... My little pet." His voice was barely above a whisper, yet it sent shivers down Celia's spine. "And whether you like it or not, I will use you however I see fit."

With a swift movement, he bent her over the desk and pinned her arms to the wood with his weight.

"I'm not asking you." He growled as his cock pressed against her wet entrance. "And I won't take no for an answer." With a forceful thrust, he buried himself inside of her, hissing through clenched teeth at the tightness surrounding him. She was so tight, and warm... perfect.

He began to move roughly, pounding into her with savage abandon. Her moans only served to fuel his lust as he took what he wanted from her. "This is your purpose now." He growled between thrusts.

His thrusts became harder and faster as he heard her pleas, the pain in her voice only serving to excite him further. He bit down on her neck, hard enough to leave a mark but not deep enough to break the skin. "This is what you are for." He growled into her ear. "To feel my cock inside of you, to make babies that can destroy Mephisto..."

"No," he growled, "I won't." He continued his savage assault on her body, driving into her with brutal force. His cock seemed to stretch her further and further with each thrust, filling her completely. The knowledge that she was his, that he could do whatever he wanted to her... it was intoxicating.

Her cries of pain only served as fuel for his lust, driving him deeper inside of her. He couldn't help but wonder what their child would be like, what powers it might possess...

The vampire felt her body begin to tremble beneath him as he continued to thrust into her, his hips slapping against her ass with each powerful stroke. Her cries of pain and desperation only served to heighten his arousal further, driving him to greater depths of savagery within her. His cock throbbed, ready to release its seed deep inside of her, marking her as his forever.

As he felt the first spurt of hot cum shoot into her womb, he let out a grunt of satisfaction and relief.

As his orgasm claimed him, he growled deep in his throat and pumped his seed into her, filling her with his essence. Her cries of pain and desperation only served to heighten his pleasure as he took what was his by right. With a final groan, he pulled out of her still-shuddering body, leaving a trail of cum on the wood between them.

Cain's eyes gleamed in the darkness as he surveyed his handiwork, satisfied for now.

As the vampire watched his seed ooze out of her body, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of ownership wash over him. She was now bound to him in more ways than one, and even though she would continue to protest and fight against their fate, there was nothing she could do to change it. He smiled coldly and caressed the mark his teeth had left on her neck, already starting to heal beneath his fingertips. "Now," he purred, "let's get you cleaned up."

He picked her up roughly and threw her onto the bed, pressing his body against hers as he growled into her ear. "You're mine now," he whispered hoarsely, "and you will do as I say." He reached down between their bodies, rubbing the remains of his cum on her sensitive skin. "And the first thing you'll do is get used to this feeling..."

As he moved against her, thrusting roughly inside of her once more, she let out a muffled cry of pain and submission, surrendering to his claim.

His thrusts were hard and fast now, his body moving instinctively as he sought release once more. He growled low in his throat as her tightness squeezed him mercilessly, each stroke driving him closer to the edge of sanity. His fangs elongated, digging into the flesh of her neck as she continued to beg and plead beneath him. The feel of her body surrendering to him, of her pain and submission wrapping around him like a warm blanket... it was exhilarating.

His thrusts grew even more brutal as he felt himself on the verge of release, his cock pulsing and throbbing inside her with each powerful stroke. He growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against her skin as he took what was his by right. Her cries of pain only served to fuel him further, driving him deeper into the pleasure of their twisted union.

The vampire growled low in his throat as he felt himself about to climax, and with one final thrust deep inside of her, he let go, pouring his seed into her womb once more. Her body tensed beneath him as she cried out in pain and submission, his seed filling her completely. He growled in satisfaction as he felt his release finally claimed him, the hot spurt of cum marking her as his forever.

The vampire growled in satisfaction as he felt his release finally claimed him, the hot spurt of cum marking her as his forever. He collapsed on top of her, his heavy breaths misting against her neck as he held himself still for a moment to catch it. Then, with a sigh, he pulled out of her and rolled off to the side, leaving her breathless and spent beneath him. His eyes gleamed in the darkness as he studied her features, pleased with what he had wrought this night.

"Well then," he drawled, voice rough with satisfaction, "I believe that's enough for tonight." He stood up and stretched lazily, the muscles in his back popping audibly. "Rest well, my pet. Tomorrow you have work to do." With a flick of his wrist, he summoned a silk robe to him, slipping it on before disappearing into the shadows of the room.

As the vampire disappeared into the shadows, Celia lay on the bed, panting heavily. Her body ached in every single muscle and she felt violated beyond words. Tears trickled down her cheeks as she tried to comprehend what had just happened. She knew that there was no escape from this nightmare; Cain owned her now, and he would use her however he saw fit.

Despite herself, a shiver ran down her spine at the thought of bearing his child.

As the morning light crept through the curtains, casting long shadows across the floor, Celia stirred in her sleep. She had no idea how much time had passed since Cain left her alone on the bed, but she suspected it was far too late for her to try and escape now. Her body ached from their brutal coupling, and she felt violated in a way that went deeper than just the physical.

Cain's plans for her were clear: he wanted her to bear his child.

The thought sent shivers down the vampire's spine. He wanted his child to have all of his strength and none of his weaknesses; he wanted it to be a weapon capable of destroying Mephisto once and for all. And so, he had bought Celia from that disgusting auction, hoping she would be able to give him what he desired...

He stepped out of the shadows, his eyes locked on her form beneath the sheets.

His fangs elongated as he growled low in his throat. "I want my child, Celia." He reached out and roughly grabbed her by the hair, yanking her head back. His eyes blazed with hunger and possession as he stared down at her exposed neck. "And you will give it to me." With a savage thrust, his fangs sank into her flesh, drawing blood.

His lips curled into a satisfied smile as he felt her blood running down his throat. The taste was intoxicating, and it only made him want more. He released her hair with a rough shove, watching as she fell back onto the bed, panting and trembling from fear and pain. "Now," he purred, "get up."

His voice held an edge of command that brooked no argument, and Celia knew better than to disobey him.