Barrow Fields Lord, show [m]e how to say no to this

The pallid temptress beneath him whined in disappointment at his test thrust. As it had been intentional he didn't let it harm his ego. Assured that his next rock of his hips would see him where he was sure they both wanted him to be he adjusted his grasp upon her scruff and let out a low rumble of content and desire as she pressed her hips back against his. His grip tightened around her hips, aiming to guide her back against him with each roll of his hips flush against her's. Her moans only served to fuel the fire and it took his self-restraint to keep his pace even for the time being. Patience had never been Kjalarr's strong suit but he kept himself in check by reminding himself that her own pleasure was as important as his in this archaic and saccharine dance.