Her hiesitaiton at the spittle had only made him more eager to see her consume it. She offered that shortly after, and it was as good as he'd hoped, with obedience in her speed, but still a reaction on her face when she took it. It wasn't like having a far fetched taste of his tongue should add much in either flavor or sensation to his cock. To Rysalt it meant she was still open to new angles on her predicament, and that promised she wasn't anywhere done entertaining him yet. She was beautiful, settling into the pace every slave eventually came to learn. It said a lot about her that she took to it quickly, and her technique of eating deeply.<br/><br/>She continued to give of herself with that whimper into his most sensitive extremity when he presented the same parts, equally reliable, in her men. The echo of her response to the panoramic self-pleasing went through his stomach and out his sack. Proud warrior, a princess of these lands, made to express herself through sounds on his cock. It procured her another slight helping of precum. He was sure it was as appreciated as anything else he'd given her.<br/><br/>It was no surprise then, when she was given reprieve to watch them, that she fell deeper into herself. How utterly simple she was. So strong, but she had as many leashes as there were lives in her group. He wondered if he'd done them a service, relieved them from her. While she fought well, perhaps she would be a better comrade than commander? In the end, that's how she'd gone about trying to save them. No guidance, just brute strength. Soldiers were easy to reshape. His cock against her dismaying face made it all the more visceral, and the pearls at her eyes let him feel like a victor all over again.<br/><br/>He had to assume she showed something beautiful when he had her bend, but he still thought she'd given him more with her submission, and his own view of her men betraying her onto the ground. What kind of weeds would grow here? Should he take her back, one day, if she lived, and see what she'd think of the new greenery, watered and planted by her men's baser inclinations? A paradise by savagery. He didn't expect she'd be very sentimental, then. One of his own men commented that she was clearly into it, and Rysalt assumed that corresponded to glitter between her thighs.<br/><br/>She did well with taking his lust too, extending the courtesy of her first surprise, deep in her chest, and then her continued fits of harking as he continued to deliver. Rysalt was proud of the pearly drink that painted her, and she was defeated once again, after such admittedly engaging treatment. She seemed to have a savvy streak in her when it came to these things, which would make her more interesting in the long run, which would be good for her health. He guessed someone who existed on rage as much as she should have a fitting amount of hunger for intimacy, too. Demons weren't exactly known for the propensity for chastity. While she did try to clean herself with the hands that hadn't been able to best him, she still had plenty of the melting mask he'd given her when he started to pull.<br/><br/>He slipped on his own signature, splattered on one of the horns he was holding on to when she jerked back. It made him laugh in surprise at her new vigor. His hand twitched out, full strength and speed, to hook her horn again and pull her forward. If that happened a knee to her map of bruises was inevitable. He'd even give her a second, harder, to properly take her air. She shouldn't have that much left. He didn't even mind if the result was all his cum climbing out of her again.<br/><br/>"There's still going to be some of them alive." he said. If he'd been able to subdue her, he'd pull her with him as he meant to, letting her watch as his men went to work with those who'd been too terrified or tired to partake in the impromptu celebration of their defeat. Their blood would soon join the small gatherings of seed already laid on the sand. He would like for her to be too exhausted to fight, but still awake to see it happen, but if he had to knock her out he'd probably opt for that instead, if her persistence was stronger than her sword arm had been. It wasn't like fainting was that far into her future anyway.<br/><br/>Eventually they'd set up camp without moving, and he would be served from the barrels of food they'd brought. Rysalt took the same meat as his soldiers, and while the fare wasn't always delicious, it was effective in nutrition. Fruit from the forest laid around the tray that boasted the salted meat and the porridge, and a fire breathing into a hole in the tent ceiling kept the space warm. It wasn't lush, which meant Rysalt hadn't ordered it to be. He didn't need to entertain anyone important today, after all.<br/><br/>He'd placed his newest toy by the fire - the nights here were cruel - and bound her wings for her. He'd done it himself, even if he could have spent some spells to better effect. Rather she scar and be reminded. If she noticed later, some of his generals had the marks of fighting him, too. While her armor had been brought, it was piled in a corner so she'd still be stark naked with the flames warming her. For fairness, or leisure, he'd stripped himself fully too, sitting by the food and trying a particularly meaty root. In the red light, his long shapes might seem menacing, as though he was a creature too, and not a man, with his jaw jutting as he ground the material that bled blue down his chin.