Dark Methuseld grinned, watching his eyes as growing resolve to show her what he was made of slowly enveloped his mind, filling him with single-minded purpose to bend her body to his will, to use her for his own pleasure first and foremost. He ploughed into her, fast but controlled, until he was roughly halfway in. A feral moan escaped her lips as the woman craned her neck to watch the action, seeing a fat rod lewdly impaling her hugged tightly by two rosy lips. Her silken depths were tight around him, milking every inch of the smooth rock-hard flesh inside her.<br/><br/>Soon he was the one teasing her, hinting he might now give her all of his manhood. A disappointed purr later, and her arms were pinned up beside her head. She could have resisted, despite his strength, and made him work for it. But she wanted some instant gratification first, so after a few pathetic struggles, she settled down. “Please… give me all of it… I deserve you teaching me a lesson with your thick hot sword…” She knew she was telling the knight exactly what he wanted to hear – she could feel the yearning in him to slake his thirst, the urge to release pent up stress and desire. Desire for the real Methuseld, perhaps, but desire nonetheless.<br/><br/>His hips eased back, and suddenly he pushed all the way into her as hard as he could, burying himself so deep there wasn’t much room left in her. Her round, grab-able ass flattened against the rock with little to cushion the force of the large man’s thrust, his pubic mound slapping hard against her clit while the girth nearly splitting her in two pressed hard against her most sensitive inner area. He pulled out almost immediately, leaving her lips parted slightly, and then thrust back in. A full, throaty, loud groan escaped her two thin lips, which curled into a snarl of barely suppressed pain mixed with slightly masochistic pleasure. Dark Methuseld loved this feeling. The feeling of being pierced, penetrated so utterly she might as well have been a part of him, claimed by his powerful cock.<br/><br/>Again he pulled out, dragging his cock out from between her eager, hungry, slick flesh. Again he shoved it back in, the friction, the heat, the unbearable pressure all building to an almost bewilderingly euphoric level. The stinging of his firm body slapping against her clit and the back of her legs, the tickling of his sack slapping at her ass, the feeling of fullness every time he filled her, and of emptiness every time he left… How she’d missed this! How could she let Methuseld back in when she wouldn’t take advantage of the carnal pleasures this world had to offer!? It was a sin to let herself go without this. And she was sure Donovan agreed now, feeding him loud, lusty moans to spur him on.<br/><br/>“Come on, harder… faster… claim me… take me…”<br/>