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</div></div><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Alistair was rather impressed with how she responded to his orders and his actions, she obeyed him and she spoke up, even if it was softer than he usually accepted. He wanted to feel her take control, not for himself but for her magic. By the time she was drawing close, he knew she would be finding more frustration, and he had hoped it'd be enough to keep her focus on pleasure while she focused on the way her magic began to blossom. At first, she did well, until he noticed the way it began to grow out of control. Swiftly, his fingers began to sink faster. Maybe she needed something <i>more</i> to keep her focus divided. The more she panicked the worse it would be, the more uncontrolled it would become. So far, the vines began to slip up toward him, they weren't forcing too much forward which was a good thing. "Good girl, don't panic. Your magic won't overwhelm me, it can't." However, when she was more practiced he had a feeling she could indeed take him in to some degree, but that would take immense control and focus.<br/>
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As if to confirm his point, Alistair sent a pulse of power from his body. It soared out to force hers backward, away from his body and down back to her own. "We are in control here, not it." He murmured softly, his gaze lingering on hers as his fingers continued to slide in and out of her tight core. He did consider another option, her giving him pleasure. It was a plague in his mind, to imagine seeing those eyes gazing up at him as he commanded her. It was intoxicating. "Keep those arms straight up, I don't want them drifting down." His words were as hard as steel, there was no use trying to deny them. The fact that she was so willing only made him want to delve further into her; he wanted to be the one to build her up, to make her an experienced, vicious fae that nobody would second guess. Despite the fact that he'd only met her a while before, he knew he wasn't going to just let her go. Not unless she told him to. He was going to be her protector, her mentor. Oh... it would be a huge mess, the council would be appalled, but he didn't care. There was something about her innocence that was too alluring to leave.<br/>
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"Just enjoy my fingers, you like what I'm doing, don't you?" He wanted to distract her from the overwhelming sensation of magic. His thrusts quickened, causing the slick fluid building up to trickle down along his hand. Just looking up at her swollen lip had him in turmoil. Oh, he wanted to push it further, he wanted to take all of her. So much so that his demonic nature began to ebb out; the magic seeping from him became stronger, darker. His eyes began to mist over a deep crimson as his gaze watched over her body. The way she moved in pleasure, the sounds she made. Thankfully, he had enough control to force his need back down, despite the aching flesh crying out for release in his now unreasonably tight jeans.<br/>
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"It's going to be a process of getting used to controlling it, then eventually you will be able to command it, as I am able with mine." His voice had turned somewhat hoarse, his need clearly still seeping through. "I'm going to make an expert of you yet." The male dropped down to press his lips against her slick folds. He lapped and suckled against the flesh as his fingers continued to pump inside of her. His spare hand slipped under one of her thighs, dragging her closer against his mouth as he continued to devour her. Hungry growls vibrated against her flesh as he determinedly lapped every ounce he could. The moment he felt her beginning to get closer, the male glanced up. "Please what?" He recalled her comments from earlier, "If you get the right word I'll let you cum." What he hadn't told her was that it would only be the first of at least three that night. He needed to make her exhausted enough that her mind wouldn't focus on magic. The best way he knew how to do that was exhaustion and pure content.</span>