Not long after Frang and Isobel left the wedding feast, Teárlag implored Thorburn leave as well.

"I have to leave early tomorrow," Teárlag said. "I'd like to spend my last few hours here engaged in mad bouts of sexual congress. I can eat anytime."

"What about my guests," Thorburn said. "I'm the host. I should stay here, at least until people start to leave."

"Stuart and Ailene can represent the Camerons. They're married and can fuck anytime. Our time is limited. Ask them to stay, please, Thorburn." She ran her hand up his leg until she reached his cock, stroking him until she felt him start to grow.

"You keep...