Religion or Cult

Religion or Cult: Part 1 of 2. Written entirely on my iPod Touch. I'll publish it to Smashwords soon. What inspired me to write this was what somebody said about George R R Martin taking twists and turns, not being cliche and creating a world of realism and that you wouldn't know who is right or wrong. I want to be the George R R Martin of Poetry and Short Stories (I never really read any of his books). 
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The maiden screamed as the cloaked men set fire to her shophut. They were the ones from Camelot's Disciples (the cult of Yansake). They burned e'ry town that wanted to distill the uprising of the Yansake-Kuruga. She felt the Yansake-Kurugas were devilish and evil. The people of Camelot believed the Yansakes to be gods, but this shopkeeper said that nobody can hold a higher title over the Alma Maters, not even the Dragons. But the Dragons have been around longer than the Alma Maters.....or is there something we're not being told? She didn't want to believe in the Yansakes.....but these men did. She tried escaping through the storm drain behind her hut, but the men cornered her there. They took off their hoods, revealing themselves to be Kenningston's Men. 

"you...you aren't Yansake's supporters!" she said, "you're Kenningston's men!"
"No, young woman," the leader of the pack kneeled down to her. He could feel the shaking fear in her chest, underlying with a suppressed scream. He smiled at this. This quivering peasant girl was cowering by a storm drain, her body at his mercy! He withdrew the silver-tipped knife and skimmed the cleavage of her chest with it.
"Kenningston is now allied with the Cult of Yansake," he said as the knife edged deeper between her breasts, "A deal was made between the two: Kenningston gains access to their army while Yansoke gets admiration from the people for eliminating the "dragons." The Cult of Yansoke want a world only full of their supporters to live peacefully without the mixed religion of the Dragons."
Her voice trembled with the tears of death when she spoke, "but, a world full of religions makes it more colorful."
He abruptly stopped, this sudden movement made her flinch as she felt his cold breaths on the bare of her neck. 
"Not necessarily."
With one swift stroke, the strings that held her corset were ripped away by the sharpness of the knife. He pulled down on the collar of her dress, easily tearing it's cheap cloth. He wasn't tempted by her breasts, instead he was tempted by something inside her. 
He restrained her on the grass and covered her mouth to suppress that scream that was dying to escape. His attention went to her bare neck, where all the blood started to flush. He sunk his teeth into her skin and sharp needles poked out of his fangs. She felt her blood being suctioned out. The cold, sucking sting of those syringe-like needles made her nerves go numb. He drew away, happy that his hunger was quelled. He felt the power of fire returning to his body. The android parts of him were renewed and responsive again. They were no longer sluggish and slow. His mind felt less clouded with murk and his common sense started to return. His "awakened sleep" renewed him with her blood. He would now have something from her inside his body until his blood bonded with her's and consumed it, taking his form again, almost like he never took her blood. It would stay there until then....or until it dried out. 
Why bother getting up? They might make her their orgasmic lunch. She n'er felt like this before: defiled without a single penetration from this man. 
"your service was of utmost quality." he said. He turned to leave but he heard a rustling sound in the grass. He turned and saw her pitifully crawling to the dirty waters of the storm drain. He crossed his arms as he weighed his two options. 
1) he could let this fair maiden escape
2) he could finish what he originally intended to reap from her