He waited there, deep inside her, long enough to have her squirming a bit, encouraging him to begin to move again, and once she was looking at him, and there was no longer any sign of pain.. he began to move.. in a slow, sensual rhythm, enjoying the feel of her slick walls gripping him, encouraging him onward.  "You feel.. delightful, my beautiful maiden... "  Even as he spoke, his lips pressed a series of kisses along her neck, and his hands slide over her lovely body, as his chest slide against hers.<br/><br/>Even as he continued, he began to shift her under him, seeking just that perfect spot, to increase and intensify her pleasure, though with the mystical bond strung between them, perhaps that was easier then otherwise, as just touching her.. and her touching him, was a certain pleasure for both of them.