55 Ravenous lusts
'Gods, she is going to kill herself, then . Or the other way around.'
The next words Cael said cost him such a colossal effort of will that he felt like he had just strained so muscle in his soul.
"No, Ginevra. You aren't healthy enough yet. I won't survive you falling unconscious on right before the real fun begins again!"
"WHAT?" Ginevra pushed herself to her feet. It took her visible effort, and she still held onto a wall for balance, but she didn't fall down this ti. "This was only one ti. I'm stronger than that."
Cael really wanted to test this statent, but he could be stubborn, too. He leaned to pick up the basin, then hesitated and, instead, used a spell to fill it with clean water and just pushed it to a corner. The wet floor squelched with each his step.
Then he turned to Ginevra.
"No, no. I'm leaving. Another ti, with pleasure, but now—"
His words were cut off by a kiss. Ginevra was holding onto his neck with a vice grip, and her lips were attacking his.
With a low groan that ca from the depths of his throat, Cael brought his arms around the woman's fra and brought her closer, supporting her weight. What resistance? He forgot all about it and just enjoyed that passionate kiss.
What began as a movent of lips soon beca a war of tongues. Ginevra moaned into his mouth, and Cael swallowed every sound. She ground her hips on his, and he felt like a fuse that was going farther and farther towards an explosion.
The thought of spilling into his pants sobered Cael just enough to pull himself away. For a mont, both he and Ginevra just stared at each other, their chests heaving.
Then Ginevra moved in again, and Cael had to force her away. She wasn't that big—he could just lift her and put her down on the pallet, which was exactly what he did despite her resistance.
"Damn it!" she cursed. "I'm not so damsel in distress, Cael!"
Cael moved as far away from her as the cell would allow. The more distance, the safer he felt. For Ginevra's sake, but for the sake of his pants, and pride, too.
"I know! You don't have to prove it. Be careful, Gin, you will disturb your wounds." He let out a long breath and ran a palm through his hair. "Really, no need to be so ravenous."
Ginevra glowered at him. "I'm not."
The next words Cael said from the other side of the cell's door. "You SO are!"
***
In the wake of Cael's new relationship—if one could call it that—with Ginevra, he completely forgot about his promise to Ignazio. The archer was glad to remind him that evening.
"Cael! What—don't tell you were going to hole yourself up in your room? You promised to show your best brothel, rember? And why not take Vittorio with us, too? The more the rrier!"
The ntion of a brothel sparked thoughts of sex, sex brought forth yesterday's night with Ginevra, and that brought blood to Cael's groin.
"Right. That's a great idea."
He needed to release so frustration to visit Ginevra again and not accidentally kill her with .
"Tall Towers" t the trio of visitors with warmth directly proportional to the thickness of their purse and the handsoness of their faces. Neither Cael, Vittorio or Ignazio lacked in either departnt.
For a while they just had their fun and wine in the lounge on the first floor of the establishnt, leering at the serving girls wearing so little they could as well be naked, and taking their pick of the working won who flocked near.
"I think I will take Nici again," Vittorio said at so point. He and the woman in question were giving each other heated looks for a while now. "She's just so… curvaceous. You can really sink into her, don't you think? Oh, did I tell you, Cael, how many rounds I got with her the other night?"
"No. Let guess, was it more than one?"
"Six!"
Cael grinned. "Liar."
"Liar, liar, hair on fire!" Ignazio echoed. "Co on, lie better, man. Say 'five', at least."
Vittorio, who really WAS a liar at the mont, fought not to pout—but soon found his contentnt in Nici's arms and her voluptuous breasts.
Cael's eyes, though, were on soone else. Not his usual choice, but this woman, with her black curls of hair and gray eyes, reminded him much of Ginevra.
She was nothing like her. There were no muscles under her soft curves, no steel in her eyes. But Cael chose her, anyway.
When they were alone, Cael didn't wait long to lead the whore to the bed. He ravished her with the hunger that mirrored that of Ginevra this morning. The hunger he couldn't unleash on her… yet.
He was rough with the working girl when he kneaded her breasts or nipped on her neck, but Cael could tell she liked it, and it wasn't rely a pretense. When—not too much ti later—Cael sank into her, she was wet and ready, and eagerly t his powerful thrusts.
His first climax only blunted the edge of Cael's hunger. He wasn't afraid to blow his load inside her—all girls in "Tall Towers" took potions that rendered them temporarily infertile—but the second ti he spilled on the woman's stomach, enjoying the feeling of claiming her this way.
He would do it with Ginevra one day, if she let him. But she would. Cael could already tell how passionate, sensual she was under her spiked armor. It was rely a matter of ti.
After the second ti, Cael was almost sated. Enough to leave now, if he wanted, or to just sleep off the pleasant exhaustion of sex—but when the whore ca to him on her knees and showed what she could do with his mouth, he rose to the occasion again. The third ti, though, was the last—but it earned the girl the generous tip for the hard work on another tip.
It was a nice evening. Cael didn't know how many such nice evenings he would get in the future.
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