Groans and moans, musical in their way as they came from a Brownie, reached her ears and Lilith closed her eyes. She was basking in a whirlpool of pleasure filled sounds and feelings, using the Fae’s hot thickness to warm her from the inside out. She moved like the ocean waves in winter hitting against the cliffs, coming to take him deeper and deeper, forceful and arousing.  She scratched him, almost tenderly if not for the intensity given to this gesture, then came to clench his waistline, pinning him further against the bed. Pleasure and power filled her, making the Queen crave for more.<br/><br/>She had no time to waste with pleasantries or games. La’cael’rah was her pet and toy, an available source of energy at any given time.  She was around him and above him, leaning forth so that her plump breasts may reach his lips. The dark Queen grabbed the chain adorning his wrists and held it, pushing herself back and forth against him.  The chains crumbled beneath her fingers and his hands were set free, but not allowed to do as he pleased with them. She arched her back and placed his soft fingers on her waistline, letting the other knee to fall in line with his body. This time she moved in a more sensuous manner, leaning and arching herself with the movement, purring with delight. It was a low, feral purr, similar to nothing else he might have heard before.<br/><br/>Deep dark eyes gazed into his, making another connection that would further bind him to her.  Silky black strands of hair were slowly wrapping themselves around his legs and arms, keeping him trapped in her embrace as she caressed his cheeks. She was gradually increasing the rhythm of their dance, but La'cael'rah seemed to whitstand her violent moves heroically. His knees were dragged upwards against her back, holding her more comfortably on top of him. Her inner muscles clenched around his manhood as she moved up and down. And so, she forced him to release his seed inside of her once more.<br/>