The lazy movement of the swing was working wonders. Lasciel matched it with the rolling of her hips, back and forth, side to side, her insides pulsing around Samuel's shaft, raising the pleasure more and more, slowly. At this rate, they could be going on all night.<br/><br/>His response to her question made her smile and lean in to run a line of light kisses and nibbles along his jaw. He was bonding with her, as he inevitably would. For all his sorcerous power, he was a man to the core. One did not conjure up such power without signing away some of their own in return.<br/><br/>'Not too much for you to handle, I hope,' she whispered, her lips a fraction away from his. 'There's still so much pleasure to share...'