“She is asking for it… So fuck her. And don’t be gentle… I’m next.”<br/><br/><i><span style="color: RoyalBlue">Good thing stamina was bred into me.</span></i>Hákon thought as he heard Fuyuki purr her intentions. The Young blood between them had completely undressed herself, his hand had become surprisingly wet from working her over. The hunter could feel the sweat running down his body, partially he wondered if it was nerves or the heat but the rest of his mind was focused on what Fuyuki was spreading open.<br/><br/>“I Guess I can do rough...”  She sounded nervous, or perhaps she was waiting for this. Who knows, this language seemed so strange to him. Regardless she wanted  it. So he was going to give her the ride she wanted.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: RoyalBlue">If you are certain.</span>" Hákon spoke though admittedly it sounded more like a grunt, an acknowledging grunt filled with a lust barely contained, woken by the Dusk's pheromones. His frame moved closer to Hack, his hands moved to  the little figure's shoulders so to hold her in place as his face inched closer to her back, his lips kissed the back of her neck and did so repeatedly until his kisses slowly crept up her neck to her ear.<br/>His shaft nudged the young blood's moist fold, he considered perhaps he should try to... what did they call it? Lube up? Apply?<i><span style="color: RoyalBlue">Forget it.</span></i>To make his entry some what easier but she wanted it rough so why bother?<br/><br/>Hákon whispered something into Hack's ear, a language she'd likely never have heard of before, as the tip of his penis  began to part the woman's lips, the hunter could feel the warmth slowly engulfing the head of his shaft, the young blood was tight more so that he expected. Her inner walls seemed to clamp up around it unsure of to do. He grunted as he moved his arms to support himself as he pushed himself deeper, the sensation ran lapse around his mind. Hákon had to take it slowly, this was the first time he had mated with someone from this world and he wasn't used to someone being so small. Somewhere between the laps, between his want and the need the dusk used to addle his brain was the thought, no the fear, that if he took things too quickly he might hurt the little Hack.<br/><br/>His shaft was half-way in when Hákon strained to speak again, he kept his voice down so that Hack and Cryo could only barely hear him, "<span style="color: RoyalBlue">I'm going to begin.</span>" He wanted to add more, to explain his intention so that Hack was prepared but the word 'thrust' eluded him. Regardless of his lacking capability in the fields of translations he began to do exactly that; thrust. Slowly, at first anyway, with every thrust he pushed a little deeper. With every bit deeper he could more of his shaft being enraptured by her body.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>