Taskill moaned despite himself. He could feel Midnight's strong manhood pressed against him as the alicorn reached out to pleasure their Master.<br/>He casts dark eyes to Lyra, to see if she was watching. He wished Bryn would let her go. Why should she have to watch this?<br/>But Taskill was rutted against Midnight despite himself. His craving was out of control. A combination of his own rampant lust and his training made him rub back against Midnight as the alicorn obeyed Bryn.<br/>Taskill was clever enough to realize that this was the beginning of something that would grow worse with the following moments. It was beginning slow and sensual but soon Bryn would turn that against them. Both males were hard now.<br/>There was no telling how poor Lyra felt where she stood in the corner of the room. Whether she was terrified or aroused one could not see. Taskill was certainly hard now, what with Midnight pressed against his own naked body.<br/>He sighed and closed his eyes, pressing back against the alicorn's strong body. Bryn had always seemed to like watching his captives copulate together so he had no fear that this would anger him. So far there was no pain but he knew this would change soon.<br/>His eyes met with Lyra's again and he held her gaze for a moment before shutting his eyes again.