At Altair's twist Cygnus released the slave's hair, firm hands grasping onto his shoulders and pinning him down on his back. His rough thrusting continued, and he soon felt the dry resistance of Altair's unlubricated hole give way to slick pumping. Blood, he could tell without looking. It eased him inside Altair and smoothed away the grating sensation that had been present while fucking dry. The pitched whines of the writhing slave beneath him only served to invigorate him, and spurn him to thrust harder. The wretched wails of pain from the slave was a bard's song to him, and he eagerly listened. Rarely did he get to indulge in violence; a captain was expected to be mediator of all of his men, after all. It would not do for him to fight with any of his men. On the times he did utilize violence, it ended in swift, swift death.<br/><br/>Cygnus found himself initially pleased by Altair's begging; it seemed, to him, that his punishment was beginning to work. But when the slave cursed him, he felt his arm unconsciously raise up and smack Altair's face, jerking his head to the side. He spat in the slave's face, replacing his firm grip with claws that buried themselves into Altair's face. "You<i>curse me, </i>slave? You dare to curse<i>me?</i>" he snarled, slamming himself into Altair. Seed churned inside his balls, an urge to release that had been gradually building since the advent of their encounter, and at the force of his passionate thrust he released himself inside. Cygnus leaned forward and held Altair's head in place between his two hands, gazing into them with dark eyes that were brimming with malice.<br/><br/>"Your goddess will not forget this slight?<i>You</i>will not forget this slight? I see, I see..." he muttered, voice seething with calm rage. He dismounted himself from Altair, sliding his bloody cock out of the slave. Then he cleaned the fresh blood from his body using the sash that had concealed the slave's manhood. Standing up, he delivered a sharp kick to Altair's gut. "Make yourself proper and cover yourself. You get no food for this... and you will be punished, later." He watched the slave intently, prepared to catch him if he attempted to flee.