Alastor laughed as he took a step back, just enough space to grip his length within his hand and bend his legs, aligning himself with her entrance.  "Good girl," he said softly.  A thrust of his hips had him shoving himself within her in his entirety, the length and girth of which would be painful and punishing.  Of course, the moment his flesh entered hers the entire experience would change.  A melding, of sorts, would occur to allow her to see the world as he did.  The walls of the outdoor shower meant nothing, and she could see things for what they were.<br/><br/>Smoke and mirrors, in a mystical sense.  The tents were crafted of lightweight, mystical fabrics that would enhance the spells cast within.  Some of the creatures wandering around, the kobolds that were the workforce of the Night Parade, the shapeshifters such as werewolves and werecats, the naga that stayed primarily hidden during the day, and the minor demons and the like that wandered through the crowd.  Succubi and incubi feasting upon humans, in little amounts when they had to and thoroughly taking all of a person's emotions and soul when they could.<br/><br/>"See the trueness of the world child," Alastor said, hand on her hip to hold her from moving too much, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh as he coupled with her, hard and fast.  "Is this what you wish to possess?  Do you wish to tame it, or wish to live amongst it?  Do you wish...to punish those that have done wrong by you?  Perhaps rip from them the very things they took from you?"  Alastor was big on vengeance.  If she answered appropriately perhaps they could find a nice median.