Evian, ever the 'People-pleaser, gave Frida exactly what she asked for. He gave her more.
*PAH* *PAH* *PAH*
From aggressive movement that nearly propelled the Lordess facefirst into the wall to the eventual impactful thrust that succeeded, Evian was having a blast.
Ordinarily, Frida was capable of holding her own against Evian's strength but every part of her body was already weakening with exertion and pleasure... Leaving her susceptible to Evian's machinations.
The thing was, she quite enjoyed that.
There was a different sort of thrill that accompanied surrender for her... A thrill that accompanied having power wrestled from her limbs. When Evian pulled out of her, turned her around, and took her in his arms, she went along happily. The only exertion of strength she willingly and gladly did was to wrap her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.