Miatta

He slips his hand between my thighs leisurely, soothing the ache there with his crafty fingers. He knows just where to touch, where to fondle until I am out of breath, gasping my release. He grins at me from between my legs, his dark eyes mirroring the desire behind them and I know I am undone...

“Mate,” he breathes hotly at my sensitive entrance and I buck in pleasure, reaching blindly for him.

“Mate!” I scream, feeling my third orgasm coming.

“Hey, wench!” a harsh voice broke into my dreams. “No screaming here. Keep your grubby mouth shut or I will stuff my phallus in it!”

A fellow guard...