Like a cat, unable to help herself, she arched into the nail that traced down her spine, shivering in delight at that teasing that she had been so lacking of in her men so far. His words were a dark heady promise and she blushed at the mention of them not knowing how to treat her. Her guards were good men, she loved each of them but...it was truth that they didn't always treat her like a woman, a normal one at least. His other words though, they were true and she knew that. The finger that moved into her body made her gasp and she trembled, hands fisting in the ground beneath her as her breath came in thready erratic beats.<br/><br/>Was she so pure? She doubted that sometimes; she felt like she was a little of everything, perhaps too much so. But this King could see her darkness and accept it, use it, spurn it deeper until she was lost in the desires she had denied for so long, realizing she craved things she had not known before, could not name. The hand on her breast, the tweak of a nipple, scoring of the tender skin edged her deeper, desire whispering through her body and she followed it, throwing aside caution and thought.<br/><br/>After all hadn't she done that when she walked into his shadows?<br/><br/>Her neck arched as he yanked on her hair, the two fingers inside her stretching her slick tight depths as she moaned faintly, finding she rather liked this man of darkness, liked his deep voice against her ear. He was taunting her, promising her, seducing her. She loved it. The rush of shame that she enjoyed it so, enjoyed how he handled her only added to the pleasure of the moment, the wickedness of it. With her spine arched by the hold in her hair that teased at painful and his fingers working so deeply into her she whimpered as he called her his pretty little princess again.<br/><br/>Dawn wasn't ready for the drag in her hair and fell forward, her body against the earth as he moved behind her and spread her legs apart. She fought him not, she had asked for this, had offered this up and he had accepted it. The thought of running was't one she entertained for more then a fleeting moment and then she felt his body above her, pressing into the swell of her buttocks. It hadn't occurred to her though that he might take her ass; that was one uncharted territory that none of her men had shown any interest in. When he thrust into her she screamed then, arching, her body working to adjust to a completely new possession; he didn't stop though, so deep and hard and sure, he held her down to the earth as she shuddered and gasped for air.<br/><br/>The slow thrusts earned soft whimpers and she shifted, squirming, not sure if she was working to get away or closer, it was an odd sensation, painful at first but hadn't she wanted pain? The pleasure started to build, her arousal helping her adjust. Arousal that spoked as his hands claimed hers and held them immobile; surrounded in Cernunnos' power she wondered if he could make anything pleasurable, this was unexpected but thrilling.<br/><br/>Thoughts shattered though when his teeth sank down into her skin and she cried out again, sweet high and shrill as she writhed under him, his cock working into her body and voice like dark velvet in her ear.<em><strong>Mine</strong></em>.<br/><br/>The word seemed to vibrate through her body, sounding out all her darkness and she moaned into the grasses that formed the bed beneath them, her body going limp in his hold. She accepted that claim, gave over to it, pliant but needy as her hips started to rock herself back into him, encouraging his thrusts into the tightness of her ass. "...Yes...yes....oh..."