Mentally whispering a silent prayer to the assorted old gods for the ability to hold out as long as he did, he cried out, "Yes, cum now Elizabeth.  Let go and I shall join you."<br/><br/>He grit his teeth then, pounding hard into her, determined to push her over the edge before he let go.  Only once her own orgasm took hold of her body, liquid wet and trembling, would he then let go.   With a roar he would release, flooding her sopping wet canal with his seed.  Churning their combined wetness he would continue to fuck her, thrusting and groaning as he came inside her.<br/><br/>Only when he was completely spent, his thick shaft having twitched it's last, would he pull back from her.  Sitting back on his ass instead of kneeling, he would gasp and pant for breath, his semi hard cock slick and shiny and cooling in the air.  Only then would he look at her, and rest a hand on her thigh, "Thank you.  That was sublime.  I hope it lived up to your expectations as well?"<br/><br/>So good was the sex, that for that exact moment, Tehr had forgotten about Moira, the redhead.  His entire world focused on the queen and his hope that she'd enjoyed it as much as he.