There was no choice but to back up before the insistent press of him, until she was lifted bodily onto the table, thighs spread around him. For a moment, her lips tensed against his as he called himself Master - ready to protest yet again with her allegiance to her Lady. But Elandriel had given her word to be obedient and eager, and him claiming the word did not make it so.<br/><br/>Instead of arguing, she lifted a hand, fingertips bushing his cheek like the soft petals of a flower, and skittering down over his skin in much the same way; as if a cherry tree was sprinkling its blossoms upon him. She would be willing, and eager, and she would not denigrate this act by giving it less than the sweet and sacred care it so deserved.<br/><br/>Soon enough, that touch slid down over his bare abdomen and came to light upon his thick, throbbing shaft, and here she swallowed; he was making no effort to make her as ready as he, and it would hurt to drive herself upon him as he demanded. Her fingertips skated up the length of him, and back down, catching gently around the midst of the weighty organ, and shifting her hips back to guide him as he demanded. She did not force herself onto him, not just yet; rather, shelet the end of him glide against her folds, the natural warning and teas she might expect of a proper lover, coaxing her body to ready for what was to come.<br/><br/>It would not be enough; she knew already he was far too large to fit her with comfort. But the dew came forth within, and finally she was able to bring the tapered head of him deeper between her gently swelling folds and urge her hips forward, muscles in her own abdomen tightening as she squirmed forward on the table, biting her lips and holding her breath with the effort of taking him in a long, slow movement - finally wrapping her legs around him in a pair of graceful arches, small bare feet digging into his rump as she used that to help draw him in to a heated velvet passage that slid upon him like a glove but a size too small.