Cassius's rhythm stayed slow at first, deep strokes that let Julie feel every bit of his cock claiming her for the first time.
Then he glanced down between their bodies and saw the faint red streaking his shaft.
He let out a low chuckle.
"Look at that, my proud holy knight." He purred, voice dripping with filthy pride. "Your sword has spilled rivers of enemy blood on the battlefield and now..."
"...my sword has drawn first blood from you. Seems we both have a taste for red."
"C-Cassius…!" Julie whimpered, face burning hotter than the fireplace.
But he just snapped his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt again, making her cry out.
"Feel that, Julie? Your virgin cunt is bleeding for me. Marking me as your first. Every warrior should leave a scar on the one who conquers her, don't you think?"
He pulled almost all the way out, letting her see the proof on his cock, then slammed back in.
