A low growl escaped Aldred and his tensed musculature relaxed as he allowed the immense pleasure that filled his cock to defuse throughout his body, sending tingles of ecstasy through his bones. This was it - she was his now. For a few seconds he held himself, enjoying the lingering satisfaction of initial penetration as he ever-so-slightly pulsated in her depths. Then, he let himself slide out of her - despite how he his girth and length bulged against her, testing her limits thoroughly, he slid smoothly through her. His shaft, vacating her up to his head, came away with a moist, sticky sheen. Wasting no time, he plunged it back in, repeating the thorough motion with a slow and unrelenting purpose. He established a lewd rhythm, a fleshy-drumbeat of vigorous skin-on-skin contact that was punctuated by the soft clapping of his testicles battering against her in a most slapstick manner.<br/><br/>His free hand rested on her buttocks, periodically squeezing and moulding the soft flesh as he pleased. It was warm in his cool, rough palms. Every so often, he was consumed by the compulsion to give her a playful smack. He straightened his back- he leaned back, his hips thrust forward. The noises that she made were like music to his ears. He had an ear for the unique melody of the each woman's noises - there were few sounds more pleasant, he had decided a long time ago. They were a playful abandonment of the collected and graceful demeanour women were expected to adopt in the society of their kingdom. They were also a sign that perhaps she wasn't so opposed to enjoying the experience as she had expressed, though that was a pointless avenue of thought. She would act how she would, and he would do with her what he pleased. Gradually, his fucking of her grew more intense and rapid, but only incrementally. He was a man who preferred to take his time, enjoying a woman at his leisure rather than rushing through and pounding away to reach the thrill of ejaculation as swiftly as possible. He was consistent, constant, and firm.