He smiled down at her, eyes heavy lidded. His hand tightened again in her hair, pulling downwards, arching her back til she had the choice of sinking to her knees or falling over. The look on his face said that it was on her knees that he wanted her.<br/><br/>He released the grip on her hair and took a half step back, looking down on her as her skin glowed faintly, echoing and perhaps enhanced by the moon that hung overhead, bathing the clearing a silvery light. His hand reached out to stroke the side of her cheek, cupping her jaw gently, and raising her face to his. Not just to meet his face though, as he stood stark naked in front in of her, hard and ready.<br/><br/>His fingers traced the line of her jaw, and over her lips, as if he were imprinting the feel of her. His fingertips were damp, still glistening with the dew from her own body, his explorations of moments earlier. They rubbed against her lips and teeth, perhaps seeking entrance to her mouth before he drew them away again.<br/><br/><em>Well, my pretty little princess ...</em>he thought, gazing down on her.<em>Will you do honour to the Consort, and let me feel that sweet mouth of yours before I honour the Goddess. I do not think you need much to make you ready though. You're ready for me now, aren't you?</em><br/><br/>His gaze took in the length of her body, and he smiled at her, waiting to see what she would do.