The faint taste of the wizard's blood on Kyuui's lips caused Damian's to curl up in a wicked smile mid-kiss.  It was a reminder of the thrill of the fight, his restrained lust for violence, and the surge of emotions that comes with besting his opponent.  It was enough to send a shudder of anxious virility though him intent on using up the abundance of testosterone that raced through his blood in the wake of the day's activities.  As a result his kiss became more heated and forceful.  Then came the memory of his kitsune bound with her legs forced apart for easy access and another flash of virile need washed over him, causing his hips to grind more intensely against her.  Damian's hard cock throbbed with desire for the source of the heat that spilled through the layers of fabric that separated them.