The smile she was gifted with was at once kind and cruel, rather like the pleasure and the pain were now one in her, soft pains, soft pleasures as of yet of course. She shuddered to think of what would come even as his grip on her hair made her arch her head further, her knees giving way as she sank down onto her knees with little grace and several shivers. He wasn't going to take no for an answer now, not after the hunting, not after her blood had scented the air of this magic made place; her offer had been accepted.<br/><br/>Dawn raised a trembling hand to her hair when he let go of it, fingers lightly pressing into her now tender scalp to try and relieve some of the ache there, an instinct thing for she mentally cherished it. Her luminous skin threw shadows around them, flickering through it was, not fully upon her, not yet; it increased the feeling of being in another world. Her eyes watched him as he cupped her jaw, her head tilted back to gaze at him, aware of how his body demanded her attention so close to her face, wondering if he meant that for the invitation she thought it to be. The part of her that was still new to this, to what she was though took comfort in those touches of his strong fingers, up her jawline, against the swell of her lips, and once her fingers left there she licked those same full lips and tasted her own desire on them. Her body seemed to clench inside in response, a sweet hot fire licking through her to consume her and the glow beneath her skin grew stronger, purer, more silver gold then the cold silver of the moon.<br/><br/>The blond shifted on her knees, feeling her desire seep to mark her inner thighs and she felt a blush touch her cheeks then as well, something she couldn't help anymore then she could the glow that came from her. Her eyes stayed on his though, lashes sweeping down when she blinked, a few glances lingering on hard arousal of his body so close, so tempting. The smile on his lips seemed to dare her, to tell her he was waiting, watching, observing. She felt like prey all over again, but in a good way, in a wicked way and she let her tongue wet her lips once more before one shimmering starlight hand lifted to touch, feather light upon the hardness that stood ready for her. Her fingers slid down the shaft, marveling at the satin steel of it, leaning closer even as her fingers found the base and went to cup his sac as well. Dawn's lips brushed lightly against the head of the Shadow Lord's shaft, tongue lapping out to taste the salty masculine flesh. He had not told her what he wanted and so she let herself explore, taste, savor.<br/><br/>This act, kneeling before him and giving such attention, worship even, to his body was not something any of her guards had allowed her to do, for she was the princess, her pleasure came first, because it was important to fill her with seed, not waste it on their own pleasure. Dawn had read plenty of romance novels in her day though and seen porn, her roommate in college had been addicted to the stuff; she knew how much men enjoyed this and she had wanted to try it. Now she got to, her back still tingling from his claws, and she aware of the grasses that her legs crushed, of the scents of the forest and the glow beneath her skin. Her tongue swirled around the first two inches that were in her mouth, a happy sound moving through her as one hand caressed the lower part of the cock in her mouth and the other held to his hips. She wanted to make him glow with naught but her mouth on him.