"You mock me?" he arched his body over the massive bear unable to contain the surprising amount of pleasure their little exchange was giving him. he continued his movement, increasing the pace as he place a hand on each shoulder. Care for his many wounds fell behind his pleasure, a fact that may haunt him a little later but he stared intently into the black eyes as he selfishly brought himself to climax as 'punishment'.  He purposefully avoided gazing back to confirm the bears condition, but he had an idea from the tone of his voice.<br/><br/>His moans and whimpering peaked in time with his release and caused another knock of concern at the door. The voice of the healer ruining the plateau he'd achieved.<br/><br/>"My Queen, are you alright? I shall open the door if-"<br/><br/>"And I will have your right hand, Healer!" he panted breathlessly.  He dropped his head down on Pookie.  "I am perfectly perfectly, fine."