The girl lay upon the feathered bed panting and sweating, her long damp mauve hair clung to her shoulders and naked breasts. She clutched the bed sheets with her left hand as her right hand clawed his strong left shoulder. He entered her in a violent rhythm, making her scream, making her bleed. She wept, she hated him, she hated this…and still, she arched against the touches, the whispered words that tickled her ear, the warmth of his strong arms. She hated it, even as she yielded, a weapon who had lost it’s edge.

She had lost her edge, completely. Now here she lay, broken and defiled. She felt herself reaching a climax, she felt his lips brush her own, claim them and tasted blood in his kiss. Silver hair framed him, tanned chest loomed over her, a hand to cover her mouth…things hated. She bit into his hand, heard his breath catch, and the touch became almost violent but not quite. He pounded into her and her hips parried expertly, bodies who knew each other well. Who would have guessed that she had this in her?

She hissed as her little sharp nails dug into his flesh, a vicious smile graced her fine featured face as her breath came in sharp little puffs, he never even flinched, crimson shot eyes staring into the dark depths of her own. Frightening this forbidden, forced intimacy. He breathed into her open mouth, licking her soft, open lips, biting her lower lip with exquisite sharpness. Her legs laced his hips, tightening her hold on him, furthering his penetration, his grip upon her became painful then and she welcomed it, enjoying a feeling unlike any other.

His hand muffled her screams and she was glad for it, even as shame filled her at the look in his eye, that smug, completely masculine look, pride and a sense of superiority. Give her the chance and she would crush that superiority and claim her natural birthright.

" Just a dream, my world, little one. My world." He groaned against her neck, biting her playfully, she could feel the tension building in her womb, felt him touch her deep, oh, lords, so deep. He pulled out of her.

She begin to protest but then remembered who and what she was and stared at him through baleful eyes, dark lashes brimming seductively over fine porcelain cheeks. He smirked, cupping her cheek, patting her like a favorite pet. So like him, to give her pleasure and then to deny it.

" You want this, so much, so very much. Admit it, it makes your head spin. You hate me and it’s fine, little one, lovely one, because I hate you so much more." He touched a kiss to her breast and she lay there allowing him access to her body, laying free and abandoned and convinced herself that this was because she could not fight him, she could not deny him.

" But you can’t, silly creature." She laughed at his bravado even as her teeth clenched when he increased the pressure on her breast, she cried and her hands rose of their will and trapped his silken head to her. She moaned and then laughed despite herself, laughed at her madness, at her insanity, that she…

"I will kill you." Spoken through a shaky voice, a defeated, lusty voice. How shameful for her…and yet…something screamed through her being. He lifted his head, freeing a glistening breast, and she was held captive by more than his cosmo, by a raw hunger, by a violent extreme, by him, all of him. Oh, how she hated him but, gods, how she lusted.

"You are a fool," a smirk, " why would you? When I transformed you to all you’ve ever wished to be?"

"Lies." But were they? And as if he sensed her turmoil, he chuckled against her skin, sending sweet vibrations through her.

"Indeed, prove it, little one. Little foolish one, prove it to me before I make you love me, adore me, without you I am not. So worship me, worship all that I am and I will hate you as you need to be hated."

"Mm."

His hands played against the small of her back, a delicious massage, but she was impatient, she was wet and terribly impatient. She wanted him to reach that deep spot, that delicious spot within her depths…she wanted his sex, his passion, she wanted all he had to offer and then…she wanted to crush it beneath her foot. He smiled ruthlessly and kissed her, parting her lips easily and finding no resistance, not expecting any, only a terrible availability that was her but wasn’t her at all. Oh, she would learn…she would approach this and learn…her little arms wrapped around his neck, bringing his naked flesh against her. He felt so warm in her arms and she was reminded of how cold she was, how terribly cold. Her legs entwined with his, mocking the closeness of their bodies, her breasts pressed against his chest. How awful of her to submit in this fashion.

" A common whore." He chuckled when hungry mouths parted for breath, his face promising nothing of love, nothing of life only death…or worse…because…for her, death was not an option. His hands trailed the length of her face, her neck and he bent to kiss the sensitive skin there, his tongue running across her earlobe, a sensation that was somehow pleasant and discomforting both. He bit that ear and she delighted in that, her hands ached to touch him, to feel the taut, poised muscles, a beast of a male. The muscles rippled and flared out, elegantly and smoothing across a broad chest and strong, languid arms. He was utterly graceful for a man of his size and training, or maybe that was where the secret lay, in the deception of his embrace.

She was irrational. She wanted him, she wanted this murderer of her soul…she wanted him to taste her, to know her, to know her mind before she drained the essence of his mind.

"But there is no essence, your mind is gone." She whispered as she licked him, touching him fiercely, spreading her cold fingers against his tight chest, his skin prickled at her touch. He glanced down at her, fiery look, a mischievious little smile curving on one side of his mouth. His hands rubbed languid circles on her tummy, she reeled, a sigh escaping her moist lips. He teased the valley between her breasts with little short kisses, licks and nips, teased her down to her navel. Her breath caught in her throat, oh, the touches…he teased her with butterfly kisses, little pinches…sweet and bitter.

" Gone is a fine way to put it." He played with her, mocked her senses until she thought she would die or kill and be damned. She was what she was, to possess her meant to pay for your crime.

"Possession is not what I want." He kissed her most inner sacred part with kittenish licks, she moaned softly, melting against his administrations. " My ambition is beyond you, little creature. My wish is for domination, complete and utter, till you are destroyed and I reign…in your place."

She giggled.

"You…" She panted and frowned, " are a fool."

"Funny that. I am not the one lying with my legs spread apart." She laughed and her other half shrieked in blind rage.

"I will kill you, then I will have my father bring you back and then I will kill you again, forever. Forever will I tear you from limb to limb, look well upon my face, Gemini, for in me you find your greatest tormentor." She patted his face soothingly, gently and yet her meaning was so clear.

"Destroy me and I destroy you."

"Darling beast, you already have."

He bit her thigh, smoothing that caress with a kiss. Lovely thing, drink the blood from me now, please. I demand it. My impurity gone. And he did. Wounding her till she bled and drinking from it afterwards.

"I will pay you in spades." She sighed and gripped the bed beneath her tightly withering as her blood flowed from her broken body.

"A lovely and meaningless little human expression, not what one would expect from a goddess."

" A goddess fallen."

" Oh, yes, little one. Oh, yes." She lifted her head to see him between her thighs, she saw the traitor, the destroyer.

Her beloved’s murderer.

Soul killer.

And soon to be dead.

She smiled and dug her claws into his silver-rot hair and pulled him to her, not gently, not kindly. Hurting him as he had hurt her. A fraction, a taste of her pain.

But he never cried when he bled. Even when she bit him, even when her talons clawed into him, she screamed and raged and tried to topple him. It was useless, he was as unyielding to her as a piece of granite.

She screamed when he drove again into her, relentless, driving her hips impossibly wide, pushing her hips up and off the bed as he thrust into her till the hilt. She shuddered as her nerves tingled. Her little mouth opened to scream but was silenced by his hand she thought of biting him again but she was loosing consciousness, reaching a desperate climax she panted and held him against herself as the little knot in her pulsing womanhood exploded, claiming her entire being and he followed her, spilling his seed into her womb.

He lay against her for a moment, his weight a painful burden then he rolled off and pulled out of her shivering womanhood. He was gone just as quickly and left her to her hatred.

Athena, Saori…the woman was stunned and satisfied and full of wounded pride and at some little level of conscience she wondered what her body would do with the seed. She smiled as she though of herself with her legs thrust apart ready to bear the demon-child. Ah, but she would squeeze it’s neck and drink it’s life.

And Athena, lurking and raging within…Athena who pushed against Saori’s bonds and found them secure against her Divine Presence…what did the Goddess think.

And the truth was simple, the goddess didn’t think, didn’t reason.

She wanted revenge.