Ancalagon grinned down at his little red, and the gently bit her neck, more of a gesture of dominance than an actual attempt to force her to submit. He shuddered slightly, lengthening his thrusts to slow his need to orgasm, wanting her to savor this as much as she could, a crown jewel in her mind. A briefly murmured spell helped his body slow the desire to orgasm, a very minor cantrip spell, one that he made a note to teach all of the others that wanted to know it. He leaned forward, his chest against her back, as he pulled his two fingers from her anus, and then grabbed her shoulders, before beginning a series of powerful thrusts that slammed his hips into hers, as if he was trying to impale his entire cock into her womb, balls included.