"Most enjoy the pain..." he replied, his voice deep and dark in its timbre.  He slid closer to her, her soft hand along his shaft making the organ twitch and seem to grow all the more larger.  He pressed his lips to her neck, while his hand rose, squeezing her breast gently.  "But fear not, little one...I am not a monster...always.  He pulled back the loincloth then with his free hand, revealing the throbbing shaft that ached for her tender caress.<br/><br/>He rose then, turning about to stand before her, the tip of his cock hovering just in front of her, its tip glistening with the slightest bit of his powerful seed.  How many women had bore his legacy in their wombs since he'd taken this forsaken land?  How many more would come to bear it?  Cormac was a powerful man, a thing of destruction on the feild of battle, and worshipped as a dark lord by his lessers...but he was also a man.  A man who needed the touch of a woman and the peace of mind to know that his legacy wouldn't die when he finally did perish.<br/><br/>His hand moved to the back of her head, his dark fingers running through her hair.  Slowly, he began pushing her towards him, moving her mouth towards the tip of his erection, the hunger in his eyes plain for her to see.<br/><br/>"Come, my dear...tis time to please your Master..."