"Red. It matches the decor." he said, spur of the moment. it was a comment that seemed to be made with both thought and a lack of such.  He did not seem particularly moved in any way, as it was something he did frequently himself, and of the Fae he knew, many could do similar. Though, he does have to admit, she does look a hell of a lot more attractive.<br/><br/>"I want many things. It is entirely possible to want two things equally ba--WOO!<em> Ahh!</em><em>Ahh!</em>" He was ready to go off on a verbal tangent about something, but then, the Queen made her move, and their was truly no words in any language that could be used to describe the intense feeling of her nearly impossible speed.<br/><br/>His moans are nearly as loud as her own, though they don't travel quite as far; still, if someone were to be outside the room, they'd have no trouble hearing the slightly effeminate, but still obviously masculine, moans and grunts of the Fae.<br/><br/>In no time at all, he was climaxing with her; the sudden, ungodly speed that she used on him, when he was already ready to burst, was just far too much, and the contents of his balls easily shoot out into her with glee.<br/><br/>And, as she was likely to keep riding him long after he came within her, those moans of his would eventually turn into something closer to sobs; once he had come, he became much more sensitive, like most men, and that sudden increase in sensitivity plus her speed made for an almost painful combination.<br/><br/>Almost painful. And yet... did he, perhaps, enjoy it a bit? If one posed that question to him, he'd be afraid to answer.