Delaena dug her nails into Altair's back when he filled her. The pain was minuscule, she barely felt it. She felt him stretching her, though. She felt the way her pussy hugged him, so snug around him. She could feel it from her fingertips to her toes, just buzzing with excitement and lust, and this untamed raw power. She kissed him more fervently, one hand moving to the back of his neck, and the sound of his growl sent a shiver down her spine that made her pussy clench in excitement. This was unlike anything she'd ever felt before, and the priestess wasn't sure she could ever go back to her old life. She certainly could never see men the way she did.<br/><br/>When Altair began moving, her head fell back in bliss. Her eyes fell shut and her lips parted slightly, still holding tightly to the man inside her. Delaena felt them lift and opened her eyes to see what was going on. Watching the bad and floor fall away from them, she laughed breathlessly and looked back at Altair in awe. "Amazing," she whispered, wrapping her legs more tightly around his waist. Her arms snaked around his back to cling to him. She wasn't afraid of falling, exactly. She knew she was safe there, with him, in mid-air. The fact that there was nothing holding them to the ground made her desire rise even more, and she moved her hips to meet his thrusts, gasping every time he filled her.<br/><br/>As his thrusts picked up, her gasps turned into moans. They started out quiet and shy; in the back of her mind she was afraid of someone walking in. Then, as the motions continued and got harder, her fears melted away, falling back to the ground. She pressed her lips to his neck, sucking the flesh into her mouth and grazing her teeth across his skin. Every one of her senses was running in overdrive.