She brushed her skirts down and wiped her hand at a thick droplet of his cum hanging from the corner of her mouth. He picked up his kilt and gently wiped at her face and hair, trying to wipe the remains of his release off her.

"I canna be walking around the Keep with bits of your spend in my face and hair. Make sure you get it all."

"Understood." He continued to dab at the little streams of his seed streaking her face and auburn curls.

"That should do it," he said, fastening the kilt back around his waist. "Your hair's still in some disarray, and I would not...