The girl had gumption, Silas would give her that. Even as she was being roughly barebacked by a former foe, surrounded by the corpses of her fallen comrades, she still fought to assert her dominance. In fact, to the rogue's horror he could feel it was working; every rhythmic pulse of her muscular cunt elicited a soft grunt from the man as she pumped herself onto him just as greedily as he was pumping into her, her snatch hungry for the seed he was so willing to provide. Still, it can be said that Silas was giving as good as he got; the huntress against him was now adding oddly delicate and womanly moans to her cries of pleasure, a stark contrast to the throaty undulations mere moments before. As the two worked to bring the other to the height of their pleasure, Silas couldn't help but think how different the woman against him was compared to the girl he had a few days previously. Oriana was waifish; tighter and more greedy, but she lacked the raw sex appeal that Kressle did, nor could she do that amazing thing with her cunt muscles the amazon was currently using.<br/><br/>Silas forgot about the strength of her other muscles, so imagine his surprise when she deftly rolled him over so<em>he</em>was the one with his back to the log, which was warm and faintly sticky with her own secretions. Kressle began to ride him like he was some stallion, a prized bull that needed to be milked for his valuable seed. For a few brief seconds Silas felt himself submit, letting her grind her agile hips against his own as her puffy netherlips left a growing smear on his pants. Luckily for Silas and perhaps unluckily for Kressle, the Rogue came to from his lust-haze to feel a familiar feeling in his crotch that only meant his own orgasm was soon to come,<em><strong>no no no, that's not how it works</strong></em>he thought as he reached out to savage one of her breasts, twisting and pinching the sensitive flesh before letting his hand glide down her sweat-slick body, feeling her powerful abdominal muscles work before his fingers tangled themselves in her shallow mess of black pubic hair. Noticing her inflamed bud peeking out of her woman's hood, Silas realized what he had to do,<em><strong>this isn't how it works; I fuck you, you don't fuck me.</strong></em><br/><br/>Fighting to make her the first one to come, Silas began to rub, flick, pinch and twist her most sensitive button in a full-on effort to make her come. He wasn't trying to bring her over the edge; he was trying to throw her over it, regardless of how much she tried to fight it. With mere seconds before his own orgasm, the rogue could feel, no,<em>see</em>his ministrations bear fruit, the tribal-woman beginning to enter the throes of her own powerful orgasm. Seeing this as an opportunity to truly make her his, Silas lifted his chest up, grabbed the woman by each shoulder, and with a throaty grunt pushed her, with him still inside, off the log to roughly fall onto her back in the grass. Aided by gravity, Silas speared his full length inside of the quivering woman as fervently as she speared Adelise an hour before, "<strong>you're mine</strong>" he declared in a whisper. Letting himself go, Silas began to feel the tightness of a coming orgasm as he slammed into the woman below him, the way he fucked her showing the rogue no longer cared about his pleasure or hers, but rather a primal need to breed that only Kressle and beasts would understand.<br/><br/>Nuzzling his head against her shoulder, Silas fought to keep himself from shouting by lightly biting down against her shoulder as he exploded inside her. The aphrodisiac dredges from the radishes before thickened and increased his volume, producing a torrent of hot spunk that seemed endless as it pumped into her greedy womb, filling it to burst before plugging any space his cock failed to occupy as it oozed into her channel.