Sol gave her a look for a moment, mouth open slightly, lips wet from chewing on them.
"What?" He asked her confused. Tied. Oh right. "My..." He drew her closer, rotating her against him, "My knot. To make sure my seed takes," He purred into her ear, "The reason why some Drow have a fetish for us." He licked his lips, eyes closed while his own pleasure began to build again, "I can stay connected to you and come inside you for hours," He hissed into her ear.
Well. Maybe.
He'd heard enough of the 'perks of driders' from the mistress - who happened to have such a fetish. He wasn't too sure on the timeline, but he remained inside his precious Felyndra, gently gnawing at her throat and rocking her against him. "I'm using my cock," He smirked at her, nipping at her flesh, "I suppose it wouldn't be much trouble for you, I'd forgotten you were human," He grunted out, realizing now what would probably be awful for a drow woman - who were much smaller than humans - would be a little large but not all to terrible for a human.
Sol smirked, eyes closing, breath picking up, pulling her against him more roughly, pushing her away so the knot was almost loose before pulling her tight against him again, "I want to feel you come, Felyndra," He whispered into her ear, nibbling at the lobe, "Make my chase worth it."