her arms were above the elbows, forcing her hands off the masonry, and pressed her breast against the wall. The sharp contrast between the heated male body, about which her buttocks slammed, and the cold stone, which hardened nipples rested, was the last straw. In my head it was like a firework exploded from those that were held at the festive receptions in Val Royo. Avelyn was beaten in ecstasy - in those modest limits that the wall and powerful men's hands restricted her movements. With acute delight, the captain absorbed half-forgotten sensations that were delightful in their sharpness; they overwhelmed her, overflowing the body, changing consciousness. Avelyn’s non-poetic nature could not have described it, even having remembered it with protocol accuracy, and she certainly didn’t do it - it was enough for her to simply have amazing moments. When, finally, the pleasure subsided, leaving the last cell of her trembling body, she did not slide down the wall only thanks to all the same hands holding her.

The guard slowed down, letting the captain come to his senses. The result was not long in coming - soon she, relying on her own legs, turned to her lover, as far as her position allowed, and put her hand on her wide chest, as if trying to remove a man. He, looking at her in surprise, paused, and this allowed Abeline to wriggle out of the hands of Donnik, turn around to face him and immediately kneel before him.

“A sword suitable for different things,” she purred, wrapping her fingers around the rearing flesh that was right in front of her face.

The guard very quickly realized that the fingers of the captain also knew how to handle not only with the handles of blades. Their actions, however, Aveline was not limited. They rarely engaged in such a lost husband, but damn, is she not an Orlesian ?! And in Orlais, women always knew how to thank a man for the pleasure they brought.

Donnik intermittently exhaled when women's mouths joined in with their fingers and, taking nature in their mouths, slid tightly closed lips over it. The language did not lag behind them - perhaps, he was not very fit for exchanges with Isabella, but he coped with what he was doing now conscientiously. Fingers, lips, tongue - everything merged into one continuous extravaganza of touch, and the guard, even running his hand through thick red hair, did not try to control the movements of Avelyn, afraid to break the complex pattern of caresses.

As an honest person, he would not have lied for anything that it was not more than pleasant - but he was not going to end on such a note. The patience with which he could leave his pleasure to someone else’s will was not unlimited. The tension grew, preparing to splash out, and when there was no strength to withstand the love games, he squeezed Abeline’s shoulders with his hands, sharply lifted her to her feet, threw her chest onto the table and instantly tried on, burst inward - the commander only had time to cry out.

“Get rid of her, finally, and otzhar as it should!” - flashed through the woman’s head. The captain would hardly admit it even to herself, but now she, for the first and only time, was in complete agreement with Isabella. But Donnik, the Creator sees, did his job “exactly as it should” - Avelyn was ready to confirm this under oath! No wonder she always appreciated the guard for the thoroughness with which he undertook any task.

Instead of just moving towards the efforts of a lover, as last time, the captain's hips began to make circular movements - either to aggravate the sensations, or trying to even more tease the partner.It was not necessary to provoke him, but an appetizing ass so beckoned to attach to it with a palm. The sonorous slap and guttural cry of Avelyn merged into one sound, and, after half a dozen more jerks, the guard, who was driven to the limit, sank into the womb opened before him for the last time and froze. The pulsating organ, as it seemed to Avelyn, filled it in its entirety, but the impression was erroneous — it was enough to accept the results of a stormy, hot eruption.

Silence reigned in the office, broken only by the loud breathing of a tired couple. Donnik came out of Aveline and stroked her flat straight back, and the captain, raising himself on his elbows, turned his head and enjoyed the really lion grace of his leisurely movements. They shut themselves off from everything. At this moment in the whole world nothing existed except for them - two bodies and two souls that found each other ...

Behind the door, someone cleared his throat loudly. Apparently, the silence established in the room contrasted so sharply with what had previously been heard from the captain's office that it was not difficult to notice it from the outside.

“Avelyn,” he heard insinuatingly from behind the door, “if you still want to look into my eyes ...”

The woman snorted uneasily, taking care to make it loud enough for the questioner’s ears. Then she gently rolled onto her back and, raising herself, wrapped her arms around the guard's neck. Behind the door, someone whistled a simple, fun tune.