He took one step back, releasing her hair and moving the hand to her hip above the leg encircling him. He moved so he could support her weight, she was like paper in his grasp. Fingers clenched into her skin, finding muscle beneath that he added pressure to, muscles that should cause the abdomen to tighten, for her to squeeze him even more. The left hand raised her other leg, wrapping it with the first around his waist. Then it moved behind her before he withdrew and pushed into her again.<br/><br/><em>Do not look away Tegan, Watch, watch what causes you pleasure. I think you would call it my cock, but it is all of me that will please you.</em><br/><br/>His words were bitten off, the focus he had was for her, and her desire, but it was a command none the less. She could not know that he was spurred on because they were tied together, and as she grew more aroused he too would do the same sympathetically. Again he pulled from her, feeling her body squeezing his length, milking his glands to the point of pain.  He cried out, for the first time the demonic was mixed with an all to human voice as the pleasure ran from the base of his spine to the bottom of his neck and tore the sound from his throat.<br/><br/>He did not push her into the wall, she would not be able to watch their coupling. Instead he lifted her, making her rise with the motion of both his hands even as his lower body pulled away. Each movement gave more evidence to their state. Sweat dripped from his head and chest to land and glint above the very sex he filled. His girth was soaked in the spend of her body, her arousal lubricating and preparing both of them for what lay ahead.<br/><br/>He focused, his breath becoming more rapid as her arousal sought to overtake him, sought to supplant his own with her need. This human’s desire was stronger than he had felt before. Something about her called to him, the bond, the binding, he had never known this feeling, and it was all he could do not to ravish the young body now upon him.<br/><em><br/>More Tegan, tell me, if you are ready, command your Incubus. Let your voice be heard. I will not be offended no matter how vulgar you sound. Let yourself go.</em><br/><br/>Instead of a command this was a different voice, the first demand from a lover. Even as he spoke he began to move a bit faster, sounds of each impact began to become more common in the room. The wet and heavy sound of their bodies meeting fought with his breathing. No longer were the strokes painfully slow, instead he could feel her grasping at him, demanding him more and more. And his body responded by giving in to the impulse, giving in to give her more.<br/>