"O-Orin my love, p-please give it to me, I need it, I need it more than you could ever realize..~!" She whined, trembling as she moved to work her clit. She wanted to cum so badly.
She arched and quickly covered her face with a pillow, easily muffling a loud cry of bliss as she climaxed heavily around him, her walls restricting any movements, demanding all that he had.
Time went on and they went about like nothing was going on. Lazar was none the wiser, and continued to try and bed Lyra; they were to be married after all and he wanted to have her.
"Too delicate?" She feigned offense. "Darling, my people were practically bred for hunting.. just because I've been sheltered doesn't mean I can't learn.."