The displacer was experiencing something he had never really experienced before.  The sheer pleasure, the sheer bliss was a sensation relatively unknown to him.  In the dark dungeon, survival was difficult, but not impossible, especially for him.  It was not, however, luxurious or terribly pleasant.  The meals he caught, for the most part, were bland and tasteless and it wasn't as though there were many comfortable places to sleep, especially since he had to keep one eye open almost constantly.  The simple pleasures he had experienced just didn't compare to what he was feeling now and even if he decided to eat Ambryn, her taste couldn't be as good as this.<br/><br/>He practically hissed as she snapped at him, continuing to pump into her at a slow, measurable pace, thrusting forward suddenly when she tried to get away from him.  That was the last thing Khaal needed, the griffon slipping away and him having to fumble to get back inside her.  No, she was staying right here underneath him, even if she didn't want to.<br/><br/>"Are you telling me that you want me to eat you instead?"  Khaal asked, his voice labored, but still smooth and deep as ever, "I could oblige you, but this is soooo much more fun, isn't it?"  He asked, almost chuckling as he pushed his hips forward, hilting himself entirely within her and drawing back slowly, letting her feel every inch of those barbs prick across her walls as he drew back.