It didn't take long for Varga to understand the pleasures of his brand of attention. Her taut, slick composition did well in hugging him, and he thought that the compliance in her motions were also beautifully entertaining. The woman preferred to be run through like an animal, then. It was a good point from which he'd affect her in the future. Not so long ago she'd vied to kill him, she would not have forgotten yet, and now she was sharing herself with him more than she had anyone else, he was sure.<br/><br/>He went at her body like this for a while, violently complying to her hips requests. But a master shouldn't be left to tend the needs of his subjects, only. His fingers on her hips kept her to him when he sat back, still lodged inside her. Close to the fire they were sitting, with her legs around him, and he helped her move at first, if she needed guidance grinding against him, or hopping. She'd already barked for it, it shouldn't be hard for her to to do all the work as well.<br/><br/>Raud leaned back, recast in the shine from the flames, and looked at her expectantly as he let go of her body to leave the task up to her, only. Murderous filth still on his face adorned an expression that he was judging her. He didn't know if Varga would care about that over the pleasure he'd instill a deep hunger for, in her. But it was one more thing he'd take from the wolf she had been, that she'd use her own body so deliberately to please his.<br/><br/>His hand came out to stroke her cheek, it was a rough caress, pushing her head away, only to slide down her throat and press on her collarbone. She was inside the act now, forgetting her rebellion. He thought that was worth remembering, and savoring. His token of victory as Varga's continued submission. To engage her baser self, he held her jaw, to make her look at him, to see if a strand of wrath in her passion could make her more entertaining ontop of him.