Jaezek growled loudly, hazel eyes lighting up and narrowing with predatory seduction. He did love his Mistress. She was all he knew, or cared to know. She had taught him how to love, had honed his fighting prowess, and had taught him the value of discipline and obedience. She had taken him from his nomadic life and had given him purpose, and his purpose now, much to his joy, was to give her pleasure until she commanded him to stop, though she never did.<br/><br/>Jaezek tilted his head down, tenderly lapping at his Mistress' silky folds, reluctantly pulling away as those toned. lithe legs spread wide for him, kissing each one in turn, up and down, returning to her smooth, shaved mound, slowly, teasingly kissing his way up her body, lips dancing playfully over her tight, smooth body. He alternated from using his lips to his cheeks and back again. Despite his combative practices and the beatings his face endured, his cheeks somehow remained smooth, and he knew that his Mistress enjoyed the contact of smooth skin on smooth skin. Pausing at her naval he glanced up and smiled to his Mistress Rezalia, extending his tongue and swirling it around in the tiny cavity. His greatest pleasure was being able to explore his Mistress' body, mapping every inch into his fingertips, buring every detail into his mind. He didn't do it only to please his Mistress, but also so that he could...feel her when she was away for prolonged periods of time.<br/><br/>Jaezek slowly continued up Rezalia's body, his lips gliding along, tickling her with kisses, far up enough now to rub his abdomen along hers, growling softly as he breifly nestled his face between her supple breasts, nuzzling the soft, warm flesh against his cheeks and lips. Playfully he caught one nipple, then the other, between his teeth, nibbling softly, suckling hungrily, then reluctantly he released the one he had been nursing, extending his tongue to lick the rest of the way up her body, from her chest, to her neck, slowly over her chin, and now, face to face, eye to eye, gazing down upon her with a pleased, yet primal hunger.<br/><br/>At this point, as their bodies lined up she could feel his flared cockhead poke and probe at her slick, quivering sex, nudging eagerly. His eyes, though, remained fixed with hers, and if Rezalia examined his eyes close enough, she would see that his pupils were receding a bit, growing smaller, and the bold hazel color began to flare and grow bright. Licking his lips, they began to descend to hers, moving his thighs forward, slipping inside her, piercing her tender flesh. There was one thing that his Mistress  had emphasized over and over when instructing him, and that was patience. Patience to ensure success, patience to aggravate your enemies into folly.<br/><br/>His arms coiled tightly under his Mistress, yearning to feel her body pressed into his, flesh on flesh, penetrating deeper...deeper...deeper, until he felt that familiar nudge as his tip pushed against her cervix in an affectionate, gentle kiss. His body quivered, a low, almost gutteral growl emanating from his throat as he lay still for a moment, gently tapping again and again, savoring the full pleasure that he recieved in pleasing Rezalia. He could almost feel the life in the air as he focused on her insides, her anatomy, and the fact that she was a bearer of life. With this thought he was drawn back to his previous life, his nomadic, primal life of hunting, killing, and looting. His tribe had functioned much as the Night Assassins did, only the roles were reversed, and the females were treated with contempt. Jaezek was nothing, just a scavenger. Rezalia had rescued him, brought him out of a life of pain into a delicious world of pleasure. Drawn back to the gentle contractions of her snug sex enveloping his member, he was determined to reciprocate.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>