One hand stayed on the brass' large, firm breasts, as delightful to feel as he had anticipated, her pussy even more so, having clearly been without a male companion in several decades, likely longer, tight as an elf. He groaned in pleasure, his second hand helping her ride him, guiding her up and down the massive shaft, his finger teasing her clit, seeing how long it would take to break her. He figured he would have to spend a few days on average with each dragoness, the former males being easier than the ones born female, and the older, more mature and sure of themselves much harder than the young women.<br/><br/>After a few minutes just reveling in her body, he glanced at the sorceress, and jerked his head, indicating she was to approach. He waited until she was at the base of the stairs leading up to the throne, before looking at her, completely unashamed as he continued to rape the dragoness. "Your leader sold you to me for a succubus playmate. That is why you are still here. His decisions are laughable, and his desire to avoid the afterlife is equally detestable. You, however, have more sense than him, and seem to have the respect of most of the cultists. Would they follow you?"