She wasn't so happy to see her familiars. He thought to comment on that but decided to let her have her peace for a while, so she could revel in the plot. Not that he didn't entertain himself, too. She didn't like that much, but loosing like she had didn't come with so many other options. The sound she put into the air had been the reason for his first pearls of precum. What a perfect animal she was, bred of two worlds to inherit their failures. In fact, didn't she just have all the weakness of her parents? She would enjoy that, he thought.<br/><br/>His lips were parted when he looked back at her, drawing pleasure from her horror as though she was already servicing him. She was as affected by the scene of her shame, naked and proven to be lesser, as any person. The men's rigidity did not flatter her. His cock twitched when she flinched. That's how he liked her. The beheading took away the flaring, final flames of her rage, and he was left with a leader that understood her new position. He supposed she learned faster than other animals, which he should be grateful for.<br/><br/>She already agreed while she thought she was setting terms. "If its delicious, I'm being honest, and if it tastes bad, I'm lying." he said simply. He swallowed a hot breath when she started to free him, on her knees. That submission alone had been worth dismounting his Frungling. Rysalt was in awe of her then, how pretty she could be, colored in bruises and submissive from, she who having been the hero of her people. He felt like a god, to have extracted this from her with so little effort. What a lovely pat it was to his ego when she was so deterred by the size of him once she'd set him loose. It is quite something to have a demon marvel, though in discomfort, at your mere human flesh.<br/><br/>She wasn't a stranger to her task, and the cock rose further to greet her lips, first. She stayed there, and he though it looked like she was grateful, like he was some idol in stone, and she was kissing prayers onto him. Her mouth tensed upon tasting him, and it only added tantalization to the full limb. What good work she could do - better than he though. His thighs flexed to give her support. His body and hers were working toward the same goal now, after all. Rysalt and a handful of men gasped when she ate him almost whole, and sighed to see the cock lacquered in her spittle. She wasn't being rude about this, she was going through the act thoroughly, and Rysalt thought that was to her honor.<br/><br/>While she found her right rhythm, Rysalt entertained himself with letting globs of his own spit roll over his lip to crash onto his cock when she was far back on it, so she'd have no choice but to taste that too when she moved forward. He could hear the men, both his own and hers, so he lifted his hand in an allowing gesture, and her shackled soldiers as well as the brought low prisoners of her group were allowed a free set of fingers to tend to themselves. Eventually, there were breaths not of despair that warmed the air of the former battlefield. Cocks always betray a female leader. He laughed to himself and caressed her horns as they moved with her head.<br/><br/>"Look how happy you've made them." he said, gripping the hard curl sprung from her head and popping himself out of her mouth to bend her face toward the crowd. They'd seen their healthy commander nude, her wings cut through like some celestial torn from the sky, kneeling by a man, and washing him with her own mouth. They couldn't really be faulted for wanting release. He rested his cock on her temple, his sack on her cheek while she had to be their audience for a few moments. "This is what you can do." he said, as though it would inspire her, before he loosened his hold on her horn, to let her know it was time to continue her good chore.<br/><br/>A carnal state of mind is the best cure for anxiety, and the people who'd been subdued in their flight discovered that, staring at Aryel's dismay, underlined by her ragged wings and busy lips and bruises. Already there was choking breaths through noses and hissing sighs. The men soiled the sand she'd bled on while some inclined captured mothers and daughters were trying to escape into themselves by taking advantage of the visual provided, too. In truth, Aryel really was helping them the best she could.<br/><br/>Rysalt move her, again by her horn, to have her back turned to them, and then pulled her head along, still attached to his cock, so she'd have no choice but to bend slightly, and expose her unprotected ass and cunt to the crowd. There was a choir of complaint over pleasure then, and almost all jerked limbs expelled their seed. "See, they still love you." he said, and wondered if they'd been treated to glistening folds and a pert pucker, or if her places were simply bone dry. He hoped for the former.<br/><br/>Rysalt delivered plenty into her, and sunk his cock deep when he did. She'd done such a great job to be defeated and thereby arousing him that he was still erupting on his way out, drowning her tongue and then her face with plenty of a new scents to join the others that were already crowding her sinuses and confusing her head. He played with this his limb against her now painted features, that he'd beaten before, drawing circles on her cheekbones and blotting out one eye.<br/><br/>Soon he was satisfied and casually started pulling her by a horn, like cattle, or a toy, which let her slide on her back in the sand to watch her people with their heads low, in the mortifying aftermath of their lust. "Kill everyone who didn't touch themselves." he said as he dragged her.