Kilian’s POV

Well, what follows, follows...
Not a minute later, there’s a thong between my teeth. My knees touch the ground as I help it glide down my bonny girl’s legs. Streams of kisses wash over her skin, as my lips flow over and under her shivering thighs. Spades, darling, you’re going down.
My cock’s head is barking at the moon, impatient. But not quite as much as my frantic but failing hands trying to lift her top.
However, I can always count on my general for a helping hand. I sense her legs in my back, and then I catch, “Hush, Spades, we’re gonna take good care of you.” I don’t know what the we implies, but if there’s one thing I agree on, it’s the take good care of you part.”
To Nathair, my teeth drizzle a snarly “Thanks.” And before anyone knows it, I spin my bitch against a surface (I have no clue where we are!) and drive my cock into her.
My Ace of Spades gasps when I hurl her head towards me, my fist firmly entwining her golden threads. To her Ahhhs, I grunt against her small ear, “You little stray, feel this? It’s going to straighten your spine...”
As I send the first thrusts, I shove her head downward for her hips to jolt against mine. Her moans dive deep into my desk. Yes, I think I’m dicking her against my desk. Her curses are flying across the shit I’ve amassed over the years, maps, Erio compasses, and other tech of mine. I’m pounding her like my life depends on it, forcing her to sing as I ravish her.
But Spades’ knees buckle, leaving my desperate cock to taste the air.
“Not enough strength in those legs, Love? Don’t worry about it.” I husk, picking up her spent body.
Of course, my bladdered self stumbles, and here we go, speeding toward the floor. I blow out a stupid “shit!′ and by miracle, my hand goes cushioning her head as we hit the concrete. Kilian, you fucking asshole!
Darling Spades slides up the mat, her eager hands tugging my hair as if she could pull me up. “Kilian, you clumsy dog, “she mutters.
“You’re going to feel how clumsy this dog is...,” my mouth growls, crawling up her curves, not forgetting a little lick up her channel. Streaming up Spades’ body, my tongue indulges in more of her skin. I'm famished.
Soon, I reach her lips, and my hardened member does as well with her entrance. And that’s when we meet again.
Slowly, I enter my temple and start pumping my passion into her. The heat of Galathena sweats between us, my crotch tingling from the wet friction. I’m hazing up big time, my head spinning like a weathervane, yet the stealth my cock is made of tells me I’ve got some strength left. Better use it efficiently...
It seems Nathair needs to rest, too. She crouches down and sits in front of me, swaying before freeing an exhale. I could give her water, but I’m busy defiling my girl.
Why is Nathair’s thigh so close to my head?!
Kilian! Maybe you should ask yourself why you’re doing Spades in the fucking room while your general watches!
I grunt as I look up. I can’t see shit but feel her skin, alright.
Who told her she could rest on Spades’ face!
I would slap the bitch out of her, but I’m weak, my cock too obsessed with this perfect mold that is Spades’ cunt.
My lady’s groans are muted, suffocating against the leaking lips of Nathair, who, on the other hand, is very talkative. “Sing louder, girl. Just sing louder!”
I don’t know what’s going on. But right now, it feels so right.
Although it’s dark, I shut my eyes to the inevitable while the scent of a familiar male invades my nose.
And then, the voice of a revenant tickles my liquor doused anger, with what I can guess from the coolness of steel, a laser barrel at my neck.
“Hey, buddy, I’m sorry to interrupt. But time is pressing.”
