For every insult Altair gave him, Cygnus rapped the slave's head against the floor for a few moments. The noise was likable to incessant knocking, except it sounded rather muffled given the body part being used to knock against the wood. "Do you like that, slave? Is it Dusanian custom to enjoy pain? Because it seems you desire it... all you do is meant to aggravate me so I may hit you more! If you so wish, I will comply!" he barked, gnashing his teeth together. He thrust into Altair as if he were thrusting a battering ram into a wall, hearing his balls smack against the slave's bottom loudly. "This is what you wanted, and it seems to be Dusanian custom to reciprocate even a slave's wants... he wants me to go to Hell, and I shall. With you in cargo, of course..."<br/><br/>Cygnus began to pound at the slave with all his might. What began as gratification for himself was now turning into a lesson for this whore slave. The hot chasm that engulfed his cock was still pleasurable, but lesser so now that the forceful thrusting felt grating and chafing, but still Cygnus persisted and even increased his pace. Every time his balls slapped against Altair he let out a satisfied grunt. Each slap to him signified one rock thrown against Altair's frivolous pride. Cygnus would break that pride before they reached the capital of Weiss.<br/><br/>His left hand tugged Altair's head far back enough so that he could roar into his ears. "You like this. That's why you asked for this, slave. Let me hear you!" he growled, while gouging his right hand's filthy nails into the slave's ass flesh. His thrusting had reached its maximum speed, and it only took a matter of a few seconds for him to go from tip-in to balls-deep. He didn't show any signs of slowing, neither from fatigue nor loss of arousal. "If you want me to stop, beg me. Beg me, you damn slave!"<br/><br/>All of his care for keeping his precious treasure slave in proper condition had faded, leaving nothing but violent aggression behind. The slave wanted to pretend to be King? So be it. He would pretend to be a dragon, then. Dragons slayed kings, and stole away all of their gold. Altair's gold was his virtues, and in that moment Cygnus planned to pluck away all of them.