Rabastan nodded his head, unable to utter more than another moan at the feel of her tongue lavishing his most favorite of body parts. She wasn't sure how much time passed with her mouth moving over him, tasting him, teasing him. Long enough that his breathing grew ragged. Long enough that just as she thought he was about to lose all control, he gently pushed her head away and lifted her entire body in one smooth familiar motion. Carefully, yet firmly pressing her down on top of his desk on her belly, Rabastan lifted her skirts and tore her knickers. Only mere moments passed until he buried himself up to the hilt inside of her, ripping a scream from the witch.