It didn't take much encouragement from her to increase his vigorous nature. Desire, especially what he felt in that moment, had a funny way of blinding him to certain aspects of the situation, no longer so worried about 'who' the woman was beneath him. He was cognizant of who she was, but any such concerns were feeble now compared to his need, and her words simply spurred him on even further.<br/><br/>The rock beneath her was no soft bed, and provided no respite from his power. The intensity continued to increase, especially after she voiced her desire to have it given to her harder... faster... to be claimed. Upon her demand that he take her, one of his hands moved up to palm one of her breasts, squeezing greedily - while his other hand moved up to clasp the front of her throat, squeezing -just- hard enough to convey his burning lust for her, not yet hard enough to cause any real pain or cut off her breathing.<br/><br/>But his hips 'spoke' the loudest, ramming her now with full force, the loud 'slap slap slap' audible even to Aza sitting where she was. The well-oiled length of his cock impaled her over and over again, the rock beneath her offering no give as she simply had to take every inch he had to offer, each thrust full, long, and delving deep within her, the thick bulbous tip filling the deepest recesses of her glistening, slick channel.<br/><br/>Donovan could feel his power growing, regenerating in the quickest, most direct way possible. Sleep worked very well, too, but it was slower. This physical bliss was by far the quickest way to recharge his internal Glory. Self-pleasure did nothing for him in that regard, but the warm, wet, welcoming embrace of a willing woman was something else entirely.<br/><br/>Her lusty moans spurred him on, his own moans punctuated with grunts of effort as he fucked her mercilessly. His eyes drank in the sight of her, often roaming up to look at her face, to lock gazes with her - and only then did he have a faint reminder that this wasn't -really- Methuseld. But that didn't seem to matter much to him anymore, not now. As he took her body - no, as he claimed her for his own, even if only for this short time upon the rock beneath her, it didn't really matter to him -who- she was anymore, only that she provided him with the pleasure he sought, and endured the pleasure he gave to her in return.<br/><br/>His hand squeezed her breast and pushed upward slightly, testing its firmness, his thumb rudely tweaking her nipple, left, right, small hard circles. But when he eventually felt the first hints of his impending eruption, his hand released it, instead sliding down the front of her body, downward to where their bodies were joined. Over her bare, soft mound his fingers roamed, and at the next withdrawal his fingers lipped over the curve of her mons and down, finding her clit with ease. There, his finger began a rapid side-to-side, back and forth motion, stroking her pearl with a quick, rough motion that echoed the battering-ram movement of his cock inside her.<br/><br/>Donovan's other hand remained fast on her throat, making sure she was pinned and unmoving. He wouldn't put it past this dark bitch to try to cheat him of his reward now that he was so close, and that simply wasn't going to happen. She was going to take what he had to give her, and frankly... she brought it on herself.<br/><br/>His grunts of desire and heat morphed to moans of impending climax, drawing much closer now with every thrust, his hand still whipping the flat of his finger over her clit in quick, flicking motions. Donovan knew he might still cum first, and that notion didn't -truly- bother him, but pushing her over the edge first would at least prevent her from claiming he hadn't pleasured her, or had left her wanting after the fact. But he was new to her body and had no idea what it would take... he only knew that he would try...<br/>