It was a good thing Rezalia took control of Jaezek when she did, for he was no longer about control. When riled and in the rutting heat of passion with his Mistress, he craved pleasure. Not his, but hers, which coincidentally pleased him to the point of orgasm. The only problem with Jaezek was, if one considered his problem truly a problem,  that he wouldn't pace himself as casual lovers did. He would reach a steady, fierce pace of bucking hips and thrusting thighs, and maintain that pace, plunging his member over and over again inside his Mistress. He did this not because he necessarily wanted to, for truthfully he'd rather go slow and savor his Mistress, but most of the time she did so enjoy his rougher play.<br/><br/>Jaezek was in the middle of a deep, pleased moan as Rezalia's fingers raked his back when she suddenly twisted, turned and put him on his back. At first, he believed he had done something wrong, that perhaps he'd been too rough or taken too long. When his eyes met his Mistress', however, he thought himself a fool, her eyes flared with desire, bright, brilliant golden orbs seemingly feeding off of their lovemaking. His tongue mimiced hers as her tongue licked her lips, a soft whimper escaping his throat as she tickled and caressed his chest, causing him to arch his back to press into her strong, yet delicate fingers. His eyes fluttered as he felt them push him down, only for her thighs to tormentingly rise up along his shaft, barely an inch at a time, leaving a glistening trail as she did.<br/><br/>As she rose along his member, he reminded himself how much his precious Mistress Rezalia loved a good struggle, whether in combat, in debate, or in passionate sex. He growled loudly to his Mistress, body trembling, hands darting to her thighs, in no way hindering her, but rather dragging up to her breasts, groping both and squeezing. Jaezek was also reminded of how he had struggled before his beloved Mistress had found and saved him. He had struggled to survive in his own tribe, sometimes only eating once a day, struggling to be able to sleep for more than a half hour without another Zarbak attempting to slay him and steal what little he had. Then Rezalia arrived, took a liking to him, and removed him from that nomadic, scavanger life.<br/><br/>Without missing a beat, Jaezek was made acutely aware that his member was about to slip out of his Mistress, illiciting a whimper of debate, also something his Mistress savored about him, and growled with pleasure when she sank back down upon him, the loud smack of flesh echoing along with the softer slosh of his reentry into her snug, hot sex. When his eyes opened again, they were brighter, pupils slightly smaller as he sought the eyes of his Mistress. To accompany his eyes, his skin now seemed to emit a soft indigo hue, barely noticable to an untrained eye, but to Rezalia was likely the equivalent of setting him on fire.<br/><br/>Jaezek was oblivious to these changes of his anatomy, only aware of how he craved his Mistress. He wanted to buck, his legs trembling, wanting to bend and launch his thighs into hers. Instead, he braced his body on one arm, quickly coiling the other around her upper back, behind her breasts, and in one following motion engulfed the nipple and aereola of one breast, biting and nursing feverishly. In no way, though, did he constrict or impede Rezalia; he loved the way she tormented and teased him sexually, and were he able to endure, he would never allow it to end.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>