In any normal situation, or on a normal night, Darion might have done more than just growl at the serpent-like fey when she made that poisonless bite.  Thankfully, due to her lust inducing magic, and the Aviari woman so alluringly laying there on the table, completely at his mercy.  The small amount of pain from her bite was nothing compared to the lust that was flooding his body completely.  The rest of the fey’s arguments and cries hit on deaf ears to the man, and he could barely feel her tiny fists on his muscled abs with each of her hits.<br/><br/>Darion didn’t even really notice or care how wet she was, only that he could feel it as he struggled to pull his pants off.  The only thing that mattered to him was that hot wet slit before his hips.  Presented to him.  He didn’t need any more encouragement, but more was provided after he had pushed her on her back.  When her arms wrapped around him, and he was forced to look down into her eyes.  He could feel her soft feathers brushing against his skin.  The same heat burning through his body was reflected in her eyes.  It all spurned him on, to thrust into her harder, increasing his pace even more.<br/><br/>The thing that did get a reaction was when the little fey, a deep growl at her.  As soon as her scaly tail wrapped around the base of his cock and he felt her body press against the length of him.  A deep growl escaped his lips as his paused long enough to look down at the little fey with her body around him.  His head was all that remained inside Winnie.  With it all he could feel the heat from her body mixing with the wetness that had gathered from Winnie.  He tried thinking about what to say, but he couldn’t think about anything.  No, he could just think that the feel of her wetness covered body, those small bumps that were the fey’s breasts, and the brush of her hands against his skin.  It was an interesting feeling.<br/><br/>It wouldn’t stop him though for long.  Only that short moment of a pause was all he took before he grumbled out a curse at the few of his own before continuing, shoving himself and they fey into Winnie.  And he personally didn’t think it took much more that previously to bury them deep inside Winnie.  She was so wet, that it didn’t take much more effort to get them both deeply inside.  Beyond that he didn’t seem to have much care for the fey at all, as soon as he had her and him inside the Aviari, he did not pull out much more than half his length before shoving back inside.  Any by the yells and moans from Winnie proved how much she was enjoying it.  That pushed him to thrust harder.<br/><br/>But all this oddness combined.  The unnatural lust, the very interesting feel of the fey around him.  He knew he could not last too long, and he could feel his pleasure building.  Along with it, he kept increasing his pace.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>