Donovan merely smirked down at her as Sae'ka as she growled up at him, asking him if he was going to do the deed or simply lay there. Part of his was tempted to just -lay there- for awhile. Donovan was the more patient of the two men, and if she desired -impatience-, she had likely chosen the wrong man. The temptation to give her exactly the opposite of what she wished - simply to punish her for her rudeness - was quite strong. But the tight, soaked grip she had upon his member was impossibly enticing, and he secretly knew he wouldn't be able to 'lay there' for long.<br/><br/>She egged him on, even calling him a dog - which wasn't all that terrible, considering the things he might expect her to have called him instead. She wanted to see what he was made of, challenging him to use her tight elven trap, which he could already tell would barely, -just barely- contain him. Squeezing her wrists painfully, his hips suddenly lurched back, only to see him thrust forward again - hard - sliding her ass a few inches across the rough floor with the power of the thrust as 'punishment' for her harsh words.<br/><br/>Yes - her ass - his knees - were very likely to be raw quite quickly, but that didn't seem to bother either of them at the moment.<br/><br/>"You surprise me, woman," Donovan hissed down at her with a cocky half-grin. "I expected you to be as loose as a common whore, but instead... I find you to be near virginal. Or do all drow males simply have tiny cocks?" he asked, punctuating his words with yet another hard, fully impaling thrust. She did feel deliriously wonderful, her slick sleeve wrapped around his entire rod in what might otherwise be considered quite the loving embrace. He truly did expect her to be 'well used', given the notorious nature of the dark elves themselves, and if Sae'Ka's eagerness was related to her use of magic, then he assumed she found herself in this situation quite regularly.<br/><br/>He lowered his face towards hers - which invited another attempt by her to lash her mouth up in an attempt to bite him. He retreated quickly enough - and drove into her again. When her eyes nearly rolled back from it, he saw his opening and lowered his head, his mouth finding her bare neck where he nipped her flesh and tasted her skin for the first time. His head beside hers, he began to thrust quicker, hoping to distract her from attempting to bite him again, his hands still holding hers firmly in place.<br/><br/>The defined muscle of his back, his chest, his ass flexed and tensed as he curled his hips quicker and quicker, no longer giving her precious seconds to recover from each driving thrust. He used her for their mutual pleasure, suckling along her neck as his mouth moved occasionally to find a new spot to kiss, to bite, to taste. Her dark skin was enchanting, curiously exotic to him, but the overwhelming pleasure he was receiving between her thighs distracted him from truly enjoying the exploration with his mouth.<br/><br/>The dog... the special collar it wore... somehow it had sent some sort of energy burst through them, and all he knew was that a large portion of his energy had returned. He tapped that reserve of energy now, fucking Sae'Ka with slowly increasing speed and vigor. He wished he could tie her down, perhaps even gag her, and use his hands to explore her. Donovan truly admired the contrast of her skin against his, and it made him quite curious. But he had no doubt her body could be bent to his will, but in her current state, such pleasurable pursuits would likely end up bloody - for both of them. She wasn't interested in such pursuits. Right now she was interested in only one thing: deep, constant friction.<br/><br/>Forgotten was Dean, the dog, even Zoza and the tower from which they had recently escaped. His attention was now focused on Sae'Ka, and giving her what she so desperately craved. It did not take long for him to build a fine sheen of swear on his shoulders and back as he hammered away at her relentlessly.<br/><br/>"Fuck...," he hissed, pulling his head away from her, well out of reach of her dangerous teeth. His back arched, he continued to deliver long, powerful strokes, but it was beginning to feel -far- too pleasurable. If he kept up this pace - he knew he wouldn't last much longer. His eyes slowly closed, the sweet temptation of her body drawing him in, his grip on her wrists growing weaker as he kept up the pace.