Watching Kressle obediently follow Silas's orders only added to his growing lust towards mounting the defeated Amazon; she was a bitch to be used, a woman that needed to be shown her place, and Silas intended to treat her that way. As the woman knelt Silas began to approach, a slow swagger in his step as he took his time unlacing the ties that bound his pants. Keeping his cold blue gaze on the woman, Silas couldn't help but admire her remarkable physique: of all the women Silas has taken to bed, few had the combination of curves and muscle that Kressle possessed, and the few who did were more like to try and dominate him, rather than the other way around.<br/><br/>As Kressle presented herself, Silas took to fishing his manhood out of the opening provided from his unlaced pants, and after some shifting and squirming, popped it out into the fresh jungle air. Although it was difficult for Kressle to see it from her angle (but by no means impossible,) it was easy to see from even a partial glance that the rogue was exceptionally well-endowed; long and thick, his shaft was the same pinkish hue as the rest of his flesh, while the head was a deeper shade of pink, with the occasional strand of pubic hair the same color as the stuff on his head curling out of the opening he provided. It was perhaps enough meat to make even an Amazon wary, but Silas wasn't concerned about<em>perhaps</em>; after all, he was going to try it out first-hand in mere moments.<br/><br/>There was little foreplay in Silas's behavior as he prepared himself behind Kressle; just a few slaps on her ample ass before spreading the cheeks to reveal her hidden treasure. There was also little build-up as the Rogue slid his thick meat along the length of her slit, coating his cockhead with her juices before finding her hole and jamming himself in, pushing as many inches into her tight channel as he could before the sheer size of her ass (and the restrictions posed by her bindings) made further entry impossible. Still, Silas was willing to work with what he got, so after only a few slow, methodical pumps to acclimate himself with her tunnel he began to pick up the pace, his clothed crotch making a faint slapping sound against her generous flesh as her ass jiggled lewdly from his increasingly rough thrusts. With his lower half occupied, Silas took to exploring her flesh with his hands, feeling her rippling muscles as he slid a hand across the length of her spine as he used the other one to occasionally slap her round rear.