To say that Donovan felt a -bit- awkward at the moment would be an understatement. A beautiful drow was trying to maul his face, hump him, and dominate him while Dean and the hound looked on. It was... weird, to him, even though his body was rapidly responding to the primal urges Sae'Ka was provoking.<br/><br/>For her part, Sae'Ka was giving as good as she got. When he gripped a handful of her hair - she returned the favor, gripping his, and doing it tighter. Her tongue was like a wet, hot stampede in his mouth, and even when he responded with his own, hers redoubled its effort to pin his, to force his tongue to submit to her, but he was -not- going to give up that easy. Her groin rubbed back and forth, more urgently with each passing second, having found the lump of his own arousal, she seemed to focus on that, pleasuring herself through the fabric of their leather breeches. Perhaps she knew that motion was only spiking his own breath, blood, and arousal, but Donovan was willing to bet that she simply didn't -care- if it did or not.<br/><br/>She growled like an animal, nearly roared when he pulled her hair, her eyes wild almost with some primal need. Suddenly, her head tilted back when he pulled her hair, her head lunged once more forward to allow her tongue to lather itself across his lips, perhaps to lap at the tiny prick of blood that her earlier bite had caused.<br/><br/>The pulse of energy from the fox made Donovan blink. It wasn't the first one he had felt, and this seemed to almost 'recharge' him even more than before. He knew he should have been exhausted, having expended as much energy as he did while allowing Dean to use his power as well. But at the moment, he was feeling quite good - rested, even, which surprised him greatly. But he didn't allow that to occupy his thoughts for along. Glancing to the side, he noticed that Sae'Ka had flung herself off of him and onto her back on the floor next to him. He could hear what sounded like a growled, hissed curse, and she began to struggle with her armor, her breasts already free and drawing his eye for a long moment.<br/><br/>Glancing to the side, he noticed Dean collecting up the Fox, talking to it sweetly, and heading upstairs with it. That simple action gave Donovan great relief, for though he wasn't a shy man truly, the awkwardness had been real, though it was likely caused only by the sudden nature of Sae'Ka's 'assault' on his person. Glancing at her though, seeing her hips rise skyward, eager for contact, he knew what he had to do.<br/><br/>He moved quickly, up to his knees, then moved the short distance to force himself between her knees. He leaned forward, his hands reaching for the edge of her 'armor'... and his hands began to pull -<em>hard</em>-, helping her hands ease her tight-fighting leather down her lithe body. With his assistance, her leather seemed to almost -leap- down her body, the curve of her hips only providing a brief respite from their combined hands pushing and pulling the material away. Once it slid past those curves - lifting her ass up to slip past it as well - it was smooth sailing, pulling the waded-up leather down her slender thighs, calves, then feet, just to have him yank it off her body and toss it to the side.<br/><br/>Standing on his knees, turning his gaze back to her naked body, his hands immediately went to work on his own armor, quickly unclasping and untying the steel piece he wore on his chest, pulling it up frantically over his head, taking the linen undershirt along with it. He tossed it aside without care, his hands moving down quickly to his belt. Unbuckling it and nearly tearing it from around his waist, his hands urgent worked the buttons of his own breeches. As he did this, Sae'Ka extended her hands, her nails suddenly digging -hard- against the hardened muscle of his pecs, drawing red welts behind her nails where they moved.<br/><br/>Donovan growled in pain... and pleasure... as she did this, moving his hands quicker, eager to stop her claws, eager to feel her, eager to punish her for causing him such pain. He barely got his leathers down to mid-thigh before his hands reached up, grabbed her wrists tightly and pulling her nails away from his skin. His erect cock flopped forward from its confines, and in one smooth motion, he pushed her hands upward, leaned over her, dipped his hips - and found the sweet spot in one single, swift, powerful thrust.<br/><br/>He groaned loudly as he forced his sizable girth into her, his hands shoving her wrists hard against the floor to either side of her head - his grip on her wrists likely to leave bruises with the intensity of his grip.<br/><br/>"FUCK!" he hissed, his eyes rolling back as he hilted inside her, pausing there for a moment, his powerful hips pinning her ass to the floor beneath them. He breathed in a sharp breath, steel-like manhood throbbing inside her, gathering his senses as his eyes slowly opened.<br/><br/>"Is -<em>this</em>- what you wanted, drow?" he hissed sharply at her, his eyes focused on hers. He could feel the burning on his chest where her nails had started to dig into his skin. He could feel the supreme wetness in her soaked tunnel which had welcomed him as if he had always belonged there. He could feel the intensity of her -need-, and in that moment he knew that her need wasn't for 'him', but rather, for the act itself.