Lessard would have been lying to himself if he said that he wouldn't have been happy to force the boy to release for him then and there; to taste the essence more fully would be divine... But alas, he was there to provide a service and as such he would ensure that River got his money's worth. For several moments however, he indulged his appetites; sucking expertly upon the hardened flesh and allowing himself a small moan at the sensation. He tried to make the boy arch his hips, to push him to the limit and yet... He didn't.<br/><br/>The whore was impressed.<br/><br/>He chuckled under his breath at the whimpering plea, slowly sliding his lips away and releasing the length with a small pop. "We will improve your tolerance... I enjoy your taste and would delight in it more..." He then allowed himself to smile and shift his lips to a quivering inner thigh, whispering against it.<br/><br/>"You did well however... Five scars..." He parted his lips and sucked in some of the sensitive skin, toying with it for a moment before a low, almost animalistic growl echoed from him and he clamped his teeth down hard, viciously twisting and tasting the coppery tang of blood. It would be small, but the small scar would surely bruise and be painful for days after. For several moments Lessard continued to ravage the point before he trailed his lips upward over River's chest.<br/><br/>"One..." He muttered, his lips nearing a light pink nipple.