His hand held her hair, pulling it till it strained and almost burned before he allowed her to fall to the floor. Morgana's knees hit the floor hard, shielded only slightly by the thickness of her skirts between them and the stone floor.
On her knees she looked up at him, hair in a dark cloud of disarray around her face, cheeks flushed and eyes dark, lips parted breathlessly in another moan. This time, he did not have to force her. All he had to do was free his cock from it's confines and grip her hair as he gave his order and she was his (for now).
Morgana lifted one hand, curled her fingers around the base of his manhood as she leaned in towards him. For one moment there was a smirk on her lips as her eyes held his, and then her tongue came out to swirl around the head of his cock before she shifted to slid it into her mouth. As if she craved having it there (and in a way, she did), Morgana began to suck his cock with obvious pleasure, teasing the underside with her tongue as she slid him in and out of her mouth.