Can you really blame him for being pleased with all of this? A typical snatch-and-grab kidnapping of one's enemy (enemy's woman, maybe) for the sake of interrogation and/or information results in accidental seduction and culminates (or climaxes? hee hee) in spontaneous and unexpected and rough and somewhat bloody sex on top of what may or may not be an altar to some forgotten and elder god.
It's like the plot to a really weird porno.
No, one cannot blame him for being pleased with all this.
He grabbed for her hips--such soft curves, quite the perfect things with which to be rough--and held her there. She can bite and scratch and claw and pull all she wants--let her do it, bring it on. It really only urged him on, made him move a little faster, made him really and truly think about who it was he was lying on top of. A good thing to think about.
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It's like the plot to a really weird porno.
No, one cannot blame him for being pleased with all this.
He grabbed for her hips--such soft curves, quite the perfect things with which to be rough--and held her there. She can bite and scratch and claw and pull all she wants--let her do it, bring it on. It really only urged him on, made him move a little faster, made him really and truly think about who it was he was lying on top of. A good thing to think about.