Ah, hello! I hope you have a nice stay.

Szayel pulled away, opening his eyes with a proud smile. “well well, you’ve not only managed to catch me off guard, but gave me a new set of things to test as well. i believe we’ll have so, so much fun in the next few weeks.” he radiated something one could only call smugness, and his curiosity was starting to get a hold of him as well. “seeing as you’ve opened up that box yourself, i don’t think you’ll be complaining.”

Szayel seemed to be quite shocked, mainly from her pulling him down. though, he did return the kiss in full, closing his eyes in response. though he may have to scald her for her actions, for now he didn’t really seem to complain. if anything, he liked it. and seemed to show that.

Szayel had decided to pass this off as something said because she was so out of mind at the current moment, really, that’s the only thing that made sense to him at this current moment. he didn’t actually kiss her, more so a peck on the cheek, using the lack of specification to his advantage. “alright, i suppose you’re satisfied now?”

he stays standing up, but does get closer to her, deciding to allow her wish. “i understand.” barely, but he understands. he truly did seem to fuck her until she couldn’t remember her own name, which she likely couldn’t. she was barely getting out sentences, after all. “would you like anything else.”

“and you, look really good as well, extremely so~” he grabs a towel, now focusing on cleaning up the blood on his own body and the blood on hers, from her. “you may move, i believe we’re done, unless of course you wish to continue.” he would be surprised if she was even completely listening, at this moment in time.

Szayel practically felt the sadistic gleam in his eyes, the roughness and the sight…ah, it made him proud. and so so excited. “yes, what is it, my dear Seren?” his voice had another tone, one of not mocking, but approval. he may like her violent side, but submissive is so much more pleasing. both to the eyes, and to him personality-wise.

she seemed to be fucked into another time and place entirely, so he decided this was a good time to get a break. though, not a major one of course. he pulled away from her, and pulled out. his eyes gleamed, and he gave one of the proudest looks to date. being a man of pleasure, it always helped him know that he was perfect in this way too.

and she certainly didn’t seem to be complaining. and of course he didn’t help bring her down, he simply watched with a curious and pleased set of eyes.

Szayel couldn’t feel more proud then at this very moment, and with the rush, and how impowered he felt, he couldn’t help but cum again. the next growl was deeper, more hollow. but he controlled it well enough, not letting it actually do anything harmful.

of course, some harm was fun. not all, but in this case, it was so so very fun indeed.

Szayel was a mix, he felt so primal, which was…disgusting, to him. but at the very time felt so very good. he adored it, even. the knife itself was entirely forgotten about at this point, leaving mark upon mark on her body. making sure to make as many bleed as he can. her blood was a pretty sight.

Szayel felt in power. it was the very best that he had felt in a very long time. something like this wasn’t a thing he delved into very often, so he was truly letting everything out. and her not moving made him feel that much more powerful. like he was on top of the world, even. he could help but let out a deep growl as he continued to bite down and thrust.

Szayel bit down more rough, letting the blood flow out. it was starting to stain his mouth, and his chin, but at the very least, he didn’t seem to mind. if anything, it thrilled him. remembering his knife, he starts leaving cuts on her again, not all aligned well, but considering his thrusting, it was quite smooth.

he came quickly after hearing the howl, and despite his body’s wishes, kept moving. with actions, reactions like that, he couldn’t be more pleased with himself. he was causing this, and the rush only made him bite down harder.

Szayel’s instincts kicked in, he felt the need to bite. to tear. though he didn’t approve of the more gorey feelings, being a man who tries so very hard to keep himself clean and of status…he didn’t bother to hold back. he bit down at her throat, if it wasn’t for the knife in his hand, he likely would have clawed her as he thrusted.

his pace was already so very fast, the whine only made him want to go rougher. to make and leave her a mess. of course, he remembered the reason he was doing this, but he also had another motive. one that was, of course, was being handled currently.

Szayel couldn’t wait any longer, he slowly thrusted inside,  stopping the knife from slicing just for now. of course he was going to chase his own pleasure, with such a sight as that, he wouldn’t want to hold back anymore. and of course, she likely didn’t mind. she never minded if he went forceful.

Szayel is finding the sounds to be outstanding, so the lack of formalities was accepted. just this once. he decided to up the pace, leaving deeper cuts and slices. the sight of everything was intoxicating, almost more so then alcohol. it thrilled him. “and i’m sure this does too~”

the cuts slow, he inches closer to the hole, and then pulls it away again, never quite reaching it, but getting just close enough to be noticable. a trill for them both, he’s sure. with the sights and sounds…he was getting very, very impatient. incredibly so, he might even say.