Krathen did indeed notice the familiar glow of his consort's powers, smiling happily at the thought that she would be waiting for him when he returned. Plus, it reassured him to know she would be at Arene, as a demoness of her skill would greatly aid in the defense of the city should the mortals try anything bold. He continued to jam his massive prick in and out of Anastasia, not giving her a moment to rest, gripping her by the chin and forcing her into a deep kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth as his cock claimed every inch of her cunt. As he stuffed her wonderfully tight, wet sex, he noticed the fairy's personal guard following behind them into the root, and slowed his thrusts to give the woman in his arms some semblance of coherence so she would understand his words. "Call off your guards, send them with the rest of the force. The beasts of these woods will know better than to attack us, but they will not hold back against your guards." he whispered, still thrusting in and out of her, but at a more measured pace.<br/><br/>As they progressed through the Root, Krathen resumed plowing his new plaything with even greater intensity than before, controlling his horse with one hand while mercilessly teasing the girl's clitoris with his other, his impossibly agile fingers rubbing that little nub in ways she couldn't imagine. Meanwhile, his tail wrapped around her neck possessively, not restricting her breathing, more acting like a leash and collar, a reminder of his dominance as he ravished her slit, his cock pounding into her with enough force that loud slaps of flesh on flesh could be heard even over the loud clops of the nightmare's hooves. Anastasia was in for quite a ride.