I’ll get behind you.” Zanhass stood directly at Kivan’s back. By then the rod had cooled to a red-hot state. Zanhass giggled to see how it would spring back up and went to do it a third time but Kivan wanted more attention than that. Amber was sure that that was cum that made Cadwarra’s slit so juicy. The girl perceived her new customer was not comfortable conversing in Wood Elf even though he was Feir’Dal. Kivan watched the girl hammering away. Kivan held Zanhass, wishing she was not so upset, wishing he had not hurt her, wishing she would stop crying so he could start moving in and out some more. Had she suckled Cadwarra all night? Zanhass’s thighs were well muscled from years of walking heavy boxes of charcoal, raw iron and finished product in and out of the smithy. She stared. The panting of the male sex partner rose in volume. The breast disappeared from view. There was no servant to come in and light the fire so she stayed under the blankets wrapped
