Elyn panted hard, each exhale exhasperating her discomfort, the inside of her plate helm already sleek down with capsule, her expression dripping with sweat. Don't think just act. Each step was a parturiency, the protective armor like a head exercising weight as she trudged forward over the battlefield, her own heavy breathing drowning out the complaints of the wounded humans and monsters laying around her.

The fiercest of the fighting was over, but she knew she couldn't relax, there were still strayer on the battlefield and she had longsighted since lost her light skirmisher retinue, a team of chosen lowborn who prevented citizenry getting in close or behind her, preventing the weaknesses of plate armour from being exploited so she could make for mayhem on those before her.

At her estimable In the heat of battle only the most proficient of foes could better her safety device, but as it stood, any idiot with a knife could get in behind her limited opinion and baffle a come-on in through the gap in her plate.

Ahead she spotted a foe, a towering beast picking through the bodies, sorting both the sustenance and dead into a individual family.

"By Hazar's Light ! I challenge thee !"She bellowed, her helm giving her shout an echoed tone. Though she was panting hard, exhausted, she could see the beast bend towards her, corded muscles shifting under its thick green hide as it stood, flexing and ignoring those around it, focusing on a new target, her.

Grunting she held her vane, hilt in one hand base of the blade in her gauntleted other. She was tired, but she knew what she was doing, these brute were strong but stupid, relying on pure brawn over any semblance of skill.

Gritting her teeth and shifting her stance she dug her heel into the soil, watching as the monster shifted from a pass, to a jog, to a sprint rightfulness at her. As it approached in a moment she knelt, bracing her sword against the ground like a pike, hunching her header down protectively the instant before it collided with her.

With a roar of fury at the in conclusion second it lifted a groundwork, slamming it ahead towards her uncaring of the waiting trap. Without so a good deal as noticing the pain, it seemed, the sword impaled on its foot, it sent a backhand storming towards her. As she raised her forefront, surprised not to have a absolutely demon atop her she only had a import to palpate her panic rise before its hand hammered into her shoulder joint and head word, the impingement so unattackable it likely would've killed her had it not been for her armour.

Spinning, she landed in the mud, sliding a good few groundwork despite the weight of her armour as she heard a oceanic abyss inhuman chuckle. Gritting her teeth she tried to sit up, only to bump she was, in fact, laying font down, her headway so rattled she could hardly tell which way was which.

"Pathetic human. Don't you know women for breeding ?"The fiend chuckled in vile broken vernacular,"You will make soundly breeder, yeeees haha, I will use you to birth many strong young."

She could discover its voice approaching and, as it drew close, she rolled on her shoulder onto her back, driving her fist up with a shriek of rebelliousness, ancestry trickling down one side of her face.

Pain lanced through her as the beast caught her hand in its own, crushing with such strength she could feel the plate buckling beneath its grip,"Yesss ha, fight me piddling welp, it will make up our breeding all the more fun !"

She strained as it lifted her up, her consistency limp, devoid of strength and unaccented after her head had been knocked around by its clenched fist and subsequent tumble. She stared through the slits in her helm with one eye in defiance, the other closed as line trickled down over it in a thin rivulet.

It grinned and lifted her so it could see her eye through the constrict pussy of her helm, letting her, in routine, see its vile pierced aspect with its metal studs, its bloodied teeth spreadhead into a wide grin, its evil eye projecting the malevolence in its soul.

"Tonight you learn to-"its twit cut off as a metal tip, gleaming with crimson stock sprouted suddenly from its forehead like a dire efflorescence, its eyes rolling back slowly as it seemingly took its lumbering body various long minute to realise that it was, in fact, quite dead.

its fingers relaxing it dropped like a felled tree, she too dropping to the trading floor, crumpling in a heap of pain and irritation, her world still spinning from the strike to her mind, time a fuzz, the world moving around her despite the fact she was perfectly still.

She wasn't surely how long has passed, seconds, minutes, 60 minutes, but suddenly her mind was snapped back to the here and now, mitt were on her top dog, moving her, she felt pain in the ass, feared end and saw light…

She blinked her one good eye as cold air swept over her wet grimace, the only affectionateness that of her own blood, her farsighted blonde hair falling free, matted with blood and lank with sweat, she could see at least three of everything as her vision swam, she reached for a sword she'd forgotten she'd lost until she heard the voice.

"Elyn ! ! Elyn can you hear me ? !"The voice said, ringing in her head, it was fellow, a foe ? No. She squinted her eye,"Elyn ! ! Come on, she's wounded ! You have to help me get her out of here !"

Hands under her branch, the strait of grunting and straining as she was lifted to her limp feet, being shamelessly dragged from the battlefield, her head lolling, only occasionally catching glance, a few male child, messenger maybe, or gallant, each with a crossbow. The boy in the middle, nigrify hair, blue eyes, reloading his crossbow as they covered her retreat. With a lastly groan, the brightness level faded and her oculus closed.

When her optic opened again she was in her collapsible shelter, her soundbox tired, but her wounds healed, the infliction gone, extolment Hazar. She looked around, recognising the elbow room, her exuberant red rug covering the knit the war camp was set on, tables and furniture set out, for her use, a few personal effects settled around and, notably, two people, blur standing by the entrance to her tent.

She moved to sit up but felt weighed down, with a groan as a dizziness set she noticed that, while healed, she was still in her armour, laying atop a thick leather that had been laid out between her and the strip cloth of her bed. She noted that the pauldron, helm, gauntlet and lower cannon of her armor had all left misshapen from her clash. With a scowl as she struggled to combat the nausea that trying to act had brought her she recalled the result prior to being knocked out. She had, she knew, almost been killed by that savage. No, speculative, she had almost been its captive. A fate a good deal worse than the release of death and the embracement of Hazar.

But she had been saved. A boy with black whisker and blue eyes loading a crossbow, having just saved her, with, she assumed, a dash from that very arm. She knew the boy, knew him very well, in fact.

"Mm.."she groaned, her throat raw, swallowing to wet it before she spoke, her spokesperson still weak despite her healed wounds,"Teodor Josef Konrad Korzeniowski. Joseph Conrad ?"

It only took a mo before, one of the two people standing by the entryway stepped towards her, his unawares Negro haircloth tousled, his brightly disconsolate heart focusing on her, his reflexion lightening considerably,"Elyn ! !"he said, quickly moving to her side,"The priest,"he started, glancing back towards the man he had been talking to, who, with more piece of work to do, had stepped from the collapsible shelter letting a sweep of chilling air curl in,"he said he had healed your wounds but that your head word may be hurt in former ways, are you well ?"he whispered, kneeling by her position, concern written across his soft features.

She smiled, reaching out a gauntleted hand towards him which he took, clasping it and smiling back,"I'm good, Joseph Conrad, tired, but well."she relaxed back, enjoying the expression of pure easement he adopted, gently squeezing her hired man, there was no doubt in her brain that he had saved her, felled a great savage, risking his liveliness on the field of battle for her, something well above his duty as her squire,"What happened out there ?"she asked, gently.

He bit his lip for a consequence,"You were fighting a ogre, it hit you hard but… I think you must deliver fatally wounded him first."

She let out a dry petty laugh, squeezing his mitt gently as he looked to her, confused,"Ahh Conrad you are too humble, I recall a bolt and a boy with a crossbow…"

His mouth opened, his impertinence flushing red in embarrassment and she laughed again,"Conrad you need not be ashamed, I am indebted to you, you saved my life,"she grinned,"now please, what happened ? Honestly."

Still blushing he bit his lip a little bit, looking up at her beautiful boldness, her usually bright eyes dulled with fatigue, her wavelike blonde fuzz a far cry from how she often presented herself.

"W-well, the battle was all but finished, the… It was costly, Elyn, for both sides,"Elyn nodded, a minuscule bitterly, a lot was a release for them, the opposition could refill their numbers game much speedy than they could.

"There was no rout though, of either side of meat,"he continued,"everyone just kinda fell back to the war camps. Your horse came back too, without you."

She smiled at that, at the knowledge that her steed blue-belly had made it back through the madness of the initial crash,"Go on ?"

"I… I couldn't believe that you were… Wouldn't believe it."he said, steel in his voice,"So I set out. I was picking through the field of battle looking for you when I heard it, Elyn, I heard it, clear as day. Your challenge."

Thank Hazar, she thought, for carrying her voice.

"I and a pair of courier male child who were beginning to score the dead and retrieve slain ship's officer made for you, as we did, we came across a group of crossbowmen that had been overrun… I… Well, we came over a ridge and saw you on the ground, saw it pick you up. We were behind it and I… I…"

"Fired straight and confessedly,"Elyn said, smiling warmly.

"I'd never even held one before Elyn, I, I don't know how, I just… I… Hazar, Hazar guided my hands, I think, he should be the one credited with saving you."He said, nodding softly.

Elyn smiled and shook her head,"Hazar may have been with you in that moment, but it was by your bridge player and affectionateness that I was saved. I will implore to Hazar, but I have no one to thank for my sprightliness but you."

He blushed a piddling and his smiling returned, so warm and genuine.

"Mm, could you help me out of my armour and fetch some hot body of water ? I am feeling quite in the pauperization for its relief."She asked, a soft smile on her face.

Teodor Josef Konrad Korzeniowski nodded and, since he was holding it, started with her gantlet, unbuckling the straps that held it in home and gently peeled it off her hand.

As it came free it revealed her paw, sticky with half-dried blood and he winced visible,"E-er… I'll go get that hot water."

Elyn smiled, nodding gently, prompting him to resist and, a trivial reluctantly gradation from her.

"I'll be back soon, okay ?"he reassured as he stepped back towards the entrance to the tent.

"I won't go anywhere."She smirked, leaning back as he nodded, biting his lip before leaving.

She admired him in many ways, since he had joined her as her squire she had enjoyed his science, word and loyalty, which she never would've assumed was as strong as he had proven today. As he left her, weighed down by enfeeblement and her armor she saw him in a new twinkle, one she'd never imagined she would. Not just her squire, her servant, but something more, her hero.

Sure, he was Lester Willis Young, but the age gap between them wasn't too extreme. After all, you had to be in your prime to be a warrior like she was. At that bloom where her experience was premium but her age hadn't yet dulled her border. And he might be a petty special K around the ears, but, he was… Cute.

His physical structure lithe and slender, smooth, not muscled like hers but not decrepit, his strength was simply different to hers. He had, she thought, been a messenger boy before he joined her, so he was more built for endurance. She'd viewed that as a utile advantage, a gallant who seldom tired was a useful tool, but as she reclined, thinking about him, she found it to be more… Attractive.

He'd always gone above and beyond the call of what he was expected to do, but as she thought back he had always been especially attentive and willing, not to refer accepting.

She wasn't, after all, like other fair sex, or other dickgirls, even. While the reality had a healthy universe of both total fair sex and dickgirls, she herself, having a rooster, lump and pussy, made her stall out as different, an outcast even among pariah, when this had been revealed to Conrad, he hadn't even blinked, the wonder radiating from his oculus for her not dwindling in the least.

As he re-entered she looked to him and, to her own surprise, felt a little blush at her cheeks, the slender boy with his dark hair's-breadth walking towards her, setting down the bucket of hot, steaming water and dipping a textile in it before, without having to be asked, he went about cleaning her deal and removing her armour.

"Forgive me, Joseph Conrad,"she said softly as he worked on removing her vambrace, his eyes trailing up from his work to converge hers, questioning,"my recklessness today put you in danger, I'm sorry for that."

He smiled a little and shrugged,"You'd have done the Saame for me, Elyn."

She bit her a lip a piffling, enjoying the inflexions he used while saying her figure, she found she liked it,"True, but, still. I'm sorry to throw put you in that position."

He let out a footling sigh of relievo and took her hand in his, looking down at it, feeling the calluses of her palm against the comparative smoothness of his own,"I'm just glad you're good. I'm not sure what I would've done if…"

He didn't finish the judgment of conviction and didn't pauperism to, the balance being left comfortably unsaid. She relaxed, closing her middle as she felt his skilled jot on her skin, feeling the human race lighten and go less restrictive as Thomas More and more of her steel shell was peeled away, replaced by his soft touch and soothing fabric.

The appendage was obtuse but pleasant, her entirely soundbox relaxing to his efforts until all her armour was removed, leaving her in her simpleton stained undershirt and trouser.

Her reverie and delectation was broken, however, by the sudden violation of his voice just as she was anticipating his hands on her shoulders or thighs.

"Elyn, I will bring in your handmaiden so she can eat up,"he said amicably and though it was, of course, proper for him to do so, she felt a sudden unmistakable pang of regret.

As he raised to remain firm she leaned up on her elbow, parting her lips and furrowing her forehead,"Ah, um."

He looked towards her, uncertain,"Yes, Elyn ?"

She bit her lip a little, taking in his honest feature article,"... arrest ?"

He tilted his head some, a small grinning touching his lips as he took a step back towards her,"You… want me to continue ?"he asked, his vocalization soft, uncertain but wanting.

Leaning back a little she eyed him, feeling a tension between them, one she hadn't before felt, but at the same time one that seemed to have always been there. She nodded, urging him on, surreptitiously biting her lip as he looked down, focusing on his work.

He placed his hired hand on her shank, gently gripping the hem of her undershirt and glancing up at her, catching her for the briefest of second chewing her lip, a light blush on her cheeks.

Feeling emboldened he continued, lifting the undershirt up over the toned abs of her breadbasket, revealing a few old scars, but nothing that put him off.

As Elyn lifted her arms over her head, ensuring it would be easy for him to slew the shirt off he found it nearly impossible to forefend his eyes drifting to her breasts as they were revealed, surprisingly full moon on her bureau, so often pressed down by her aptly named breastplate.

"Wow…"he said softly, wonderment in his vocalism as he stared unabashedly at what she had to offer. Suddenly he looked up, as if expecting chastisement for his phonation, but instead was met by a grin, teasing one onto his own rim.

"Don't be shy, Conrad. I think we both deserve this,"she said softly, crossing one arm under her breasts once the shirt was fully pulled give up, allowing their weight unit to settle in the criminal of her arm, holding them a petty bit more comfortably in spot as he put the shirt aside, bloodstained as it was, probably for burning rather than cleaning.

With a smile he nodded, moving his mitt back down to her waist, his fingertips, voiced and slick stealing a caress of her toned abs as he undid the string tie at her shank, urging them down over her hips and down her thighs.

As with before, he revealed toned musculus and struggle mark both, but what made her unfeignedly extra was slowly revealed to him, like a hoarded wealth and one she was unsure he would value.

Her cock lay between her thigh, which, as her pant came free, she parted slightly, allowing the mildness of her length to lay calmly down against the bed, thick and ominous a top two heavy egg. As she did, she let out a slacken suspiration, always happy to free herself after a foresighted day, enjoying it all the more with company.

With the pant joining her undershirt in the ‘ to sting'pile he moved to collect the material and hot weewee he had brought in, looking over her body, stained and grimy from engagement, and he smiled.

"What're you smiling at hm ?"Elyn asked coyly, she knew he was already cognisant of her cock, but had been expecting a bit of a more contrary reaction to actually seeing it.

"Mm, it's just going to guide quite a while to houseclean you, is all,"he replied, his smile warming as he pressed the hot cloth to the banal muscles of her arm, beginning to wipe her down.

She smiled too and reclined her forefront, closing her optic. She didn't eternal rest, but she let her take care drift and wander as she lavished in his attention. Her muscles recovered as hotness was fed into them, her skin coming away neat of all dirt.

To her pleasure he wasn't shy about cleaning under and around her sizable breasts, his finger spending more than an ample amount of time caressing over and lightly pressing into the soft human body of her orbs, teasing soft little murmurs of joy from her pharynx as she relaxed, letting him know what he was doing was not only receive, but encouraged.

He washed almost every inch of her, even politely asking her to ramble onto her tum so he could wash her hair and back, his finger, once again spending some sentence playing with her less soft but just as curvaceous buttocks.

At concluding, feeling refreshed and renewed she rolled once more onto her back, her hair, damp with water but no prospicient lank and matted with blood spread head out under her head, which she propped up with one arm, her eyes one-half open as she smirked at her squire.

"Mm, you missed a spot…"she said in mock chastisement, raising her brow and motioning gently downwards with a elusive nod of her head.

Blushing he glanced down, he had, he knew, been a footling apprehensive, not really sure how she would react if he continued down there, but he wanted to, and now knew she wanted it too.

Biting his lip as she settled back, optic watching as he refreshed the fabric before bringing it to stick out on her remaining weapon.

She let out a flaccid moan as she felt the cloth military press gently across the swell of her cock, making it call down as he continued to rinse her, lifting her slightly egotistic member and letting it flop against her stomach so he could clean down the underside and over her balls, smooth and weighty.

Finally his script with the fabric pressed under testis, tracing across the legato outer folds of her fair sex, a suspiration escaping her lips as she arched her back. It had been too long since she'd had someone mite her here other than herself and she couldn't deny how just it felt.

"Ah, Teodor Josef Konrad Korzeniowski, don't stop…"she breathed softly and, blushing, he complied, the cloth pressing harder against her, her balls resting against his deal as he explored her freely, knowing with hostage that they were both as into this as the other.

After a few longsighted moments, with her clean and jerk and the pretence now unnecessary he set the wet cloth down in the bucket, his hand returning to her chastity, caressing its easy silkiness with his pacify touch, enjoying the hotness and enjoying her reaction.

Elyn reached out with her hand, placing it on his thigh and squeezing encouragingly, her script moving to gently caress over him as he bit his lip, his fingerbreadth pressing a fiddling firmer against her sex, a moan escaping her backtalk as she arched her back.

As he continued to rub over her essence her prick grew harder, thickening and lengthening up her belly, pulsing with readiness as her own hand moved to the shank of his trousers, causing him to bound a small, surprised to feel her hand against his skin, so lost in his own activity he hadn't even noticed as she slid her hired hand down inside his trouser to caress over his own, semi-hard cock.

"A-ah, Elyn ? ..."he asked softly, looking up at her and she smirked a piddling, centre inviting.

"Mm, help me remove this sheet…"she said softly, moving to stand, albeit with a fawn-like footing, her body still unsteady from the trials that day.

offer his hand he helped her stand, moving quickly to swan the thickly leathery weather sheet that had been thrown over the bed to head off her from ruining her sheets with roue when she had been laid out on it before being seen to by the priest.

As he set it down beside the bed he felt her workforce snake around his waist from behind, causing him to stiffen for a brief mo, at least until he relaxed into her grasp.

Her hands displace slowly, but with intent sliding moving to strip him in the Saame manner he had to her, riding his shirt up over his head, hands caressing his smooth unblemished skin all the way up, less defined with no muscle, but still lean.

As she then urged his trouser over his hips and down to the story she hesitated a present moment, biting her lip as she took a moment to sink her fingers into the softness of his ass, tempting her with its lushness.

"You deserve a reward for saving me today…"she purred low, kissing at his ear as he tilted his fountainhead back against her shoulder, enjoying the adept of her bare torso pressed to his, soft, spare for the hardness of her cock bumping against his plush cheeks.

"You had something in thinker ?"he said, vocalism a short teasing, able to guess exactly what she was planning by the hardness pressing against him.

She smirked a little, running her fingers through his short dark hair,"I was thinking I go for a ride ..."

Blushing warmly he turned and smiled up at her, his eye keen, their swords crossed,"okey,"he said, as if there had been any doubt.

Nodding she smirked and pushed him lightly on his chest, causing him to fall back onto the bed with an adorable petty squeak. With a niggling laughter she followed him down, laying atop of him and for the first of all sentence, letting her lips find his.

The kiss they shared was soft but loving, their care and adoration for each other being displayed as his hands reached up to caress over her waist, her own hand caressing his brass, her weight settling down, breasts pressing firmly to him as they enjoyed the lingering kiss.

Breaking it after a few minutes she let out a little contented purr, a smirk breaking across her features as they looked at each other, eyes half-lidded, impertinence flushed with colour.

"Ready to take me for a ride, squire ?"she grinned gently and he nodded keenly.

"How would you like to… You know ?"he asked, a short meekly, and she giggled.

"I was just going to climb right hand on,"she smirked,"How else were you thinking ?"

He blinked up at her for a import as she sat up, his nerve registering surprisal as she reached down to stroke at his hard peter, her smile widening, panoptic and genuine.

"Oh, oh ! You thought I was going to use this ?"she said, bobbing her hammer a slight and laughed,"Oh Conrad, that's so Sweet, no, I'm rewarding you, remember ? I'm using this…"

Biting her lip and glancing down she cupped her own formal, raising them to display her womanhood, glistening with her own excitement as she lined it up above his own throbbing shaft, then paused.

"Unless… You don't want that ?"she said, voice mirthful.

Blinking, as if broken from a spell he nodded eagerly,"I-I do !"

"Thought so…"she smirked a picayune before looking down, straddling him and sitting down slightly letting her core caress over his cock, wetting it before slowly she began to go under down.

He arched his back and let out a long sigh of joy, chewing his lip as he moved one deal to her waist, the other gripping the rag of her bed.

Elyn tilted her head back and closed her eyes, feeling a weightiness off her chest of drawers as that expiation of having a man inside her lit a spark that had been sleeping for too prospicient. For too tenacious she had been too focused on the fight, neglecting her own needs and wants. At the very least, tonight, she would see herself sated.

They began decelerate at first, Elyn taking her time to ensure his cock became slick and fix for Sir Thomas More of what they both wanted, their breathes coming ponderous, but not frantic, quiet and blue, their eyes ineffectual to help themselves but to look over each others form, her admiring his sleek bod, him her muscled body with her full knocker and battle scar. They couldn't have been more different in many ways, but here they were one.

Moving both his custody to her hips he urged her to go faster, something she wasn't keen to deny him, his rose hip moving in tandem with her slow bounces, enhancing their pleasure as her breasts began to propel up and down on her chest, matching their steady increasing rhythm.

"A-ah, Teodor Josef Konrad Korzeniowski,"she panted softly, chewing her lip as she looked down at her gallant, pleasure written plainly across his face as her pussy squeezed his surd cock, able to find each ridge and vein of his cock as it filled her tight core, the phone of their coupling becoming slipperiness, each heightening bounce coming together as her ballock pressed against his pelvic region, her cock, painfully strong but untouched with her own mitt resting on his thigh, leaving a few drop cloth of clear pre on his belly as it was shook barren of her cock.

He looked up at her and, after only a import 's hesitation, wrapping a hired man around her cock, stroking it slowly, the add up joy finally drawing moans of pleasure from her brim, her reserved nature melting away as blissfulness mounted within her, his digit so soft around her cock.

Even his hands, she realised, felt better around her cock than her own did, hers so much rougher from their constant use in fight, leaving her with regretfully rough hands.

Pressing down punishing she hilted herself on his cock, stopping their bounces for a minute so she could lay down atop him, joining him in a much more aggressive kiss, their tongue intermingling as she pressed down, grinding her pussy against his intemperate cock, feeling it rub her in all the outdo ways.

They did this for respective long moments, enjoying how her dick felt trapped between their two bodies before, finally, she again sat up, enjoying the stunned formulation of pure bliss across the son face.

Again, faster this time they caught up to their pace, her body rocking on top of his, her weary muscles finding a second malarky in this ecstasy.

lean forward she placed her handwriting on his chest, caressing her pollex over his sleek tegument as her hair's-breadth fell around her face, framing it as she stared down at him, lip parted, panting hard, gaudy groan accompanying the shake of joy that rode up and down her acantha. She could feel her pleasures rising and knew she was drawing close to her climax, always an impressive event for her, given her treble equipment.

For Joseph Conrad too he felt himself having to oppose to finis, the tight hot adept caressing every nerve in his peter driving him further and boost towards the full point of no proceeds, something he was hoping to hold back off as long as possible, or at least until she too was quick to cum.

Fortunately, it seemed, she did not designate to lay down him expect too long.

With a sudden gasp and crying out his name in the throes of pure bliss she felt her marrow clamp down on his cock, the hot rampart of her twat wavelet along his duration as she came hard, her creative thinker exploding with galvanic sensations pulsing and coursing through her, her own cock erupting, throbbing and twitching in his hand as she came, thickheaded string of her hot seed streaking in ropes across his chest, painting him with her cum.

Conrad, for his region, had his dorsum arched, centre barely open up to watch the verbalism dance across Elyn's side, so beautiful in her moment of Passion, even as she made a real jam of his chest, his own prick throb and pulsing in her magnetic core, his own pleasures above and beyond as he emptied his own orb inside her, his own thick warhead pooling deep inside her core group, with no thoughts as to any repercussions that may come from it.

As they came in tandem bicycle she used all her remaining strength to preserve herself hilted on his cock, grinding herself down to draw every last spark of joy she could from her spent squire, their breathing spell coming in ragged, their skin glossy with sweat.

As they settled tired and worn-out, him still held mysterious within her they enjoyed the company of each former in the blissful afterglow that followed. It hadn't just been sex, they had formed a connection that ran bass than that, they both felt it and they both loved it.

Smirking a little Elyn was the get-go to really make out back to her senses, looking down at her squire, splayed under her like a starfish, eyes closed, mouth unresolved as he tried to convalesce himself.

Carefully she caressed two fingers up in lines across his bureau, Teodor Josef Konrad Korzeniowski too far gone to really discover as she collected her own cum, resisting the urge to groan as she placed each hot filament between her own lips, collecting her to the full onus in her eager sassing, letting the composite flavour and texture dance over her tongue as she leaned down, her soft cock resting on his stomach as her titty pressed lightly into his chest.

Conrad stirred finally as she tapped him on the impudence, her facial expression playful and her lips pursed. With a smile he leaned up a fiddling, accepting the proffered kiss and let himself unwind into it, as with before his tongue pressed forward, demanding access at her lips to share in another intimate kiss as her paw moved to caress and gently hold his head. She obliged, and as her back talk parted he let out a moan of surprise as gravity played its section in transferring the occult encumbrance from her mouth to his, swiftly followed by her spit which mingled with his, ensuring he tasted every facet of her unused mucilaginous mess.

As they kissed, long, dense and messy, bit by bit he swallowed down her cum until there was nix left, the osculation finally breaking, her grin large-minded and playful, her eyes replete of adoration for him.

"A-ah… Elyn… Was… Was this allowed ?"he asked softly after a yearn import, knowing her commitment to her cause and wholly unsure on the tenets around what they had just done, he couldn't assistant but ask.

"Of course…"she giggled a fiddling, sitting up and shifting her exercising weight slightly, feeling his youthful putz, still within her, set about to swell once more,"Well… Unless I'm with child, then you'll have to marry me,"she grinned, starting to gently persuade her hips forward and backwards, waking his cock once more deep down her.

He wanted to reply, but as the embers of pleasure once more began to rise in him he cut off his head to ask if that was lawful. Taking her by the hips he suddenly rolled her onto her back, her hair splaying out on the pillow around her excited face. She was exhausted, yes, but he was built for fastness and endurance. This would be a long night for them both and, honestly, if she had been telling the the true about marriage, he didn't think he would take care one bit .