His free arm tightened across her stomach, holding her in place as his tongue claimed her one again, flickering harder and faster as she came, driving her on as she screamed, pleasure becoming painful in its intensity. Somewhere in her haze of sensation he stopped, though she'd be hard pressed to say just when that had happened.<br/><br/>He gave her no time to draw breath, to recover from that bliss with talk or teasing. His hands gripped her, and rolled her over. With her wrists still bound to her ankles her face was pressed against the dew soaked grass, her ass raised into the air, one more offering for him to claim. He pressed her thighs apart with his hands, his fingers momentarily at her lips as he pressed the head of his cock against them, and in a single push sheathed himself full length within her.<br/><br/>His hands grasped her waist and he began to thrust hard. No foreplay, no teasing, no effort to let her accommodate herself to him. She was as ready as he allowed her to be, and he drove into her with the same intensity she had seen him display before. She was his prize, to be claimed, one more time.<br/><br/><strong>"You will cum for me again, pretty little princess."</strong>His words seemed to float down from somewhere high above her, punctuated by the wet slap of his body against hers.<strong>"You will cum again and again, as many times as you wish to. And each time, you will beg me before you do, my pretty little princess, beg for the pleasures the darkness gives you."</strong>