Artur Can't resist.

Artur lifted his cowl, and threw it back, revealing the blonde hair that escaped his mask from the back. Unbuckling the mask, the handsome man smiled at the knight before stepping forward. Reaching forward he paused glancing at his gauntlet. Quickly he began to remove them, so that he could dip his bare hands into the water.

“Is that wise?” The knight asked, their distorted voice echoing from their helm.

“No reward without risk.” Croft shrugged dipping his hand into the cool water.

Cupping his hand, he brought it to his lips, and drank the delicious liquid. It was cold, unnaturally so, but not unpleasant. The water tasted better than anything he had ever had before. It tasted pure, and, of power.

As he reached forward for another drink, the knight placed their hand on his arm. “Stop.”

A flash of anger, at their audacity slipped through his mind, and he threw her off, turned and shot his fist forward. His shadow arm appeared next to his and slammed into their stomach, causing them to gasp in pain, and drop their sword. Summoning his left shadowy arm, he gripped their right shoulder holding them in place as he closed his hand around their head.

“How dare you, I am your master.” He growled in anger.

He was about to pop their head as he had the cultist, when curiosity flashed through his mind. Gently he manipulated his demonic appendage, and gently removed their helm casting it aside. He was surprised as long black hair fell out of the helm. The knight was a woman, a beautiful one, with her left temple shaved down the side to the neck. Across the side of her head was a tattoo of a raven.

Letting go, the woman fell to her knees, and stared up at him with her dark eyes, still trying to relearn how to breathe. Artur was fascinated, and brought the index fingers with their supernaturally sharp claws down the middle of her plate armor, ripping the metal open. Gently he ripped the armor open, exposing her perky breasts. Her breasts were smaller than the archer, but still a good handful. Artur could feel his lust peeking again.