The elven body was responding, despite the wishes of the priestess simply to endure and be done with it, and she soon found herself doubly glad for the fierceness of the deepening kiss. The press of their mouths served to force her panting breaths through her nose, and muffled almost completely the tiny gasping sounds that would have perhaps been squeals and moans, were her mouth unfettered.<br/><br/>The pace of him was firm, constant, ceaseless, very much like a thing of nature - unrelenting until satisfaction had been given. It was coming frightfully quickly, perhaps because the sheer size of the shaft pumping and driving inside her battered sex meant that no part of her was left untouched, and by every thrust, least of all the sweet pear that suffered the long and constant drag of his slippery, heated flesh.<br/><br/>She could not stop it; could not put it off any more, and every part of her seemed to tighten as the dam behind which her pleasure had pooled finally burst, legs gripping and hands clenching as her little sheath spasmed and clinched upon him, the ungiving girth of him sending sparks of pain radiating through the centre of her climax.