Krathen grinned as Anastasia bent over the table in front of him, smirking at the sight of her supple ass. If she honestly expected to do that in front of the Lord of Desire and not end up being fucked, then she was a fool. Krathen stood up behind Anastasia, suddenly gripping her by her hair as he pulled her panties aside, his huge cock alternating between prodding at the lips of her soaking wet cunt and grinding his shaft against those lips, teasing her with the promise of that enormous length filling her to the brim. "You are bringing this on yourself Anastasia..." he purred, letting the ungodly sexy voice drip into her ear. "Perhaps I should accompany you into the Root... a naughty girl like you needs someone to supervise them, and possibly to discipline them." he purred playfully, still prodding the lips of her pussy with his magnificent cock. By now, Krathen's aura had turned up full blast and was entirely focused on Anastasia, practically swamping her in lust. No one, not even Krathen's own consort, could resist his aura at full power like this, and even attempts to maintain one's composure broke down when under this much lust.