Severinus loomed over expectantly while he watched her finally hesitantly comply with his orders. The scent of flesh gone sour mixed with the faint sweet musky scent of her womanhood became more apparent once her slender thighs parted. He looked upon the cruel gash critically then reached forward carefully probing the wound, his long pale elegant fingers pinching the edges of the cut and prodding the infected flesh with his clawed fingertips despite any protests she might make, his examinations were as cold and clinical as any surgeon. He began to speak as he examined the marks upon her body, his intense obsidian eyes coming to rest upon her parted petals, still red and swollen from being brutalized, “do you agree that a sculptor must, in order to ply his craft effectively, use force and all his strengths to…bend, beat and form the clay?...His hands are not gentle…they must be firm and express his desires in the ultimate work for the figure to reach the…perfect finished state,” he explained, his low velvet baritone a hypnotic sensual purr despite the coldness of his handsome pale angular features in the moonlight as his fingers lightly explored and brushed her raw tender petals. He took two clawed fingertips and lightly circled her breached entrance, fingering the tattered remains of her hymen as his smoldering dark eyes lifted to ensnare her tear filled gaze, “I offer you a gift, my apology for what was done to you under my roof…I can not undo the experience, but I can…repair the damage...” he murmured, his low sonorous tone soft as he leaned closer to her sweet yet tormented face as his long strong fingers pushed gently inside her tight swollen passage. “I can sew you up tighter than the day you were borne,” he said, his deep tone a whisper near her ear as his cool breath caressed the curve of her neck as he suddenly allowed pleasure to blossom inside her with a mere stroke of his fingertip to her constricted inner walls, mending and soothing flesh, gathering and playing with the fine nerves collected there as he exerted his power upon her. Severinus gave her a sober look as he slowly slid his long strong digits free of her quivering insides, her hymen resealing in their wake, “there is of course a price, however…” he murmured as he continued to caress her raw abused sex, each brush of his fingertip sending a fresh bloom of pleasure and sensation as the swelling went away and infection vanished as though it never was. He lingered for a long moment over her clit, pushing the little hood back and lightly pinching and brushing feather light circles over her little bundle of nerves, sending an unnatural amount of sensation to wrack her body, seemingly plucking each nerve ending and making it sing out inside her, watching her expressions intently before he drew his fingers away from what was now her perfect, delicate pink and slick little cleft. “You must never speak of what I have done or how you were healed,” he said, his deep tone cut through the night, cold and final just before the edges of his claws suddenly speared into the edges of the deep infected gash and ripped, tearing off the sickly green infected flesh that could have lost her the limb and casting it to land with a wet thump on the side of the well. Severinus pinioned her with one steely fist against falling or escape as with the other hand he plied her flesh like the clay he spoke of, kneading and forcing it together, his fine sharp fangs unmistakably bared and flashing in the moonlight at the burst of fresh hot crimson blood that welled from beneath the festering flesh. He bent and began laving the hot sweet blood that glistened on her inner thigh as his skilled fingers finished pinching the edges of the wound closed and as his tongue slid cool and soft over her skin, collecting the last streaks of blood. Her silky soft skin became as smooth and unblemished by mark or scar as if she had never been touched before. His obsidian eyes slowly lifted, seeking hers, their depths glowing with pinpoints of red like dying embers as he ran the tip of his tongue up the length of her slick slit, sampling her flavor mingled with her own blood as he slowly licked his crimson stained lips. “I trust we are in agreement…” he said in his low seductive satin drawl as he stood back to his full imposing height and casually dabbed the corners of his mouth with a silken handkerchief.