With a relieved, throaty moan, she eased herself onto his shaft, almost trembling as she took him into her in one slow, smooth glide until their hips met and he was fully inside her. "I desire it... very much. Being your plaything seems as if it might be rather exciting. And rather fun..."<br/><br/>The last word was drawn out in a soft, breathy moan, as Lhurriel began riding Amron's length eagerly, pain making her movements jagged and uneven. It was hard to think of anything at all, and harder still to concentrate on something sane - Lhurriel briefly wondered why the pain was burned hotly with her arousal, not against it. Before her thoughts could linger, she lifted herself up and then seated herself fully on him again. Her mind went blank and her mouth opened in a louder moan as he filled her.<br/><br/>"Am I doing an... adequate job? Being your eager- and sweet... plaything." The words were murmured just under his ear, where she licked and nibbled with teeth and lips. The rough rhythm of her hips was still uneven, as tiny bursts of pain made her gasp and jerk slightly before continuing, but she was past feeling it, so caught up as she was in giving herself to him. Every tiny movement made her breasts ride against his chest, scraping her nipples against the hard planes of his body as she pressed close, wet and eager. "How can I do better?" She gasped and pressed her lips against his, even as her fingers scratched against his back, leaving red lines where her nails scored his skin.