He gasped in accomplishment and delight when the flames she governed left her upon his touch to her jaw. The satisfaction lasted until her knee. The punch stayed with her as did the ringing in his sack, but he wouldn't let her know what she'd done. He'd paid for harsher treatment. It was perhaps because of the pain that he used his legs to the cross of her foreseeing arms, to shake out that infernal song from his upper thighs. Or prove to himself that she'd not slowed him.<br/><br/>Well on the floor, he tried to get comfortable over her, and was good with containing her legs. Her next tactic was simple, and it would have worked against him if she'd been at her full strength. His eyes widened as he anticipated both choking and fire, but she couldn't manage either, just the suggestion of them. It made his cock harder against her. Without her arms to thwart his, he bent at the elbow between them, to send his hand up again, his palm meeting the tip of her chin once more. He laughed darkly as three more dull blows followed.<br/><br/>Well fed and rested, Rysalt had better resources than her. She was waning. His head tilted in her would-be chokehold, mocking eyes brown now in lieu of magic. It was a task to breathe, but not impossible. A lonely hand stroked her shoulder as though to encourage her, underlining her useless position. The other hand came between them too, fingers spread to push down on her mottled stomach, twisting fingers into her muscles there, that he'd already pummeled in a magic state.<br/><br/>The caressing hand left her to tend to the base of his member, jerking like she was doing all of this to physically please him. His mouth opened. His tongue, somewhat hungry for clearer airways, gathered spit and started to overflow onto her face. He rolled his head to spread the liquid over her. "You're not even worthy of a general position, are you, Aryel?" he asked and jerked himself harder. "This is for you. Let's hope you're a better hole than you are a hammer, because if you fuck bad too, there's no hope for your people."<br/><br/>Rattled so many times, he didn't expect she'd have any fight over that could affect him when he finally slapped her hands away, and gathered her legs, bending them over her body until her feet were at level with her horns, her cunt lifted and offered to him. He looked down to inspect it. He'd not gotten to see what her soldiers had when they came to the cleft of their leaders quim. This new pose left her without most of the use of her already weakened arms, too. "Why don't you burn your way out of this, demon?" he tested, mocking her loss of magic as the fat head kissed her folds. Would there be moist there, now too? Was she the kind? Or would he have to fuck her willing.