From the wet slaps of their hips connecting, and the muffled moans between hot lips massaging against one another, Théadan and Navia had both suddenly gone very silent, both stopping what they were doing to listen for the cook to leave them. It was so inconvienent, Théadan loved that his and Navia's raw need to share their bodies with one another was so powerful it could put them in situations like this, but with it brought such frustration. The only sounds filling the deck of the ship was clinking of metal as chains hanging from a wall would knock with the rocking of the boat, or the hinge to something that had long gone without oil swayed with the waves. There was the sounds of Wyndagar his hooves occasionally clopping against the wood. Théadan could hear the distant sound of the sailors above them calling out to each other as they sailed their ship, and the waves rocking against the boat. There was plenty of sound around the ship, all of it had been blocked out in the heat of the moment with Navia, but now all he could focus on was the cook rummaging through crates and barrels, occasionally picking something out and tossing it into a basket. How long would he take?<br/><br/>Théadan felt Navia move, the slightest movement she made sent pleasure racing through his nerves, and that threatened to make him moan. He had to bite his lip to keep any sound escaping, but Navia's hands were framing his face, guiding his vision from the cook and back to her. She shushed him, as though he needed to be told, but repeated it a second time before surprising him by pressing her lips to his. Théadan's instinct was to groan, he had to stifle it before it rumbled in his chest, as far as Théadan was concerned this was not the best way to keep him quiet right now. He felt on the precipice of his orgasm and this was not helping. But then it soon became clear to Théadan, Navia was no longer of the mind to wait as she had been before. Her hips rolled against his bringing him such delightful pleasure, and making his member stiffen and twitch at the signal their lovemaking would continue. Théadan's eyes went wide though when he realised what his lover was up to.<br/><br/>There was no wet slaps of flesh on flesh, she was careful to keep the sounds to the minimum, but he could feel the head of his member rubbing against her vaginal walls as she continued to try to give them relief from the lust that had taken hold of them. Her whispered voice was in his ear telling him why with just a couple of words, and Théadan understood, it was too much now, the need far too strong for them both. Before Navia could resist, but with their impending orgasms so close, temptation to be relieved of their need was too strong. The crate the cook was looking through slammed shut, making Théadan jolt a little. He felt tense, so very tense, and did not know how to respond now. He did not want them to be caught, but there was no denying how badly his body wanted to find sweet release inside Navia. Her hips continued to roll against him and he exhaled a shaky breath as he struggled to keep it in. "Navia..." He tried to whisper into her ear, he could already feel his orgasm rising inside him again. His hands gripping at her dress, putting creases in it as he tried to fight back his orgasm, but her teeth was on his neck, biting him in such a tantalising way. When he should have tried to slow and stop her movements, his hands were in stead holding her tight, keeping her close. Théadan's body wanted this, and he gasped as he felt himself losing the battle for control.<br/><br/>"I can't." He whispered one last warning. Her hips rolled against his, he felt his shaft filling her again, the glands around his head being stimulated by her hot vaginal walls, and he felt his testicles tighten within his sac. The cook was still close by, Théadan knew it, but he couldn't stop himself now. One hand went low on her back, feeling the curve of her rear and pressing her hips close, the other went to her hair to urge her not to move any further, if she did, he would be crying out the intensity of his orgasm, and it was most certainly intense. All thoughts were driven from his mind the moment Navia's rolling hips forced the first spurts of his seed to erupt from his member, and once the dam was broken, Théadan couldn't stop it, his orgasm only grew in intensity as his seed painted Navia's vaginal walls white. The pleasure of it all was so consuming after they had built up the tension so well, and then been forced to hold it in. The tension in his aching sac had finally been released, and all his pent up need was flooding out of him in one sudden moment of pure ecstasy, and with it came the compulsion to let out an exasperated sound as his orgasm washed all sense from his mind.<br/><br/>Only one word came to Théadan's lips after losing the battle to keep control of himself. "Fu-!" He dropped his chin, pressed his lips into Navia's hair and muffled his cry. It was all he could do to keep from being heard, shaking as the power of his orgasm washed through him. Oh it felt so good though, so intense, so powerful, made all the more so with the knowledge they could be discovered. That taboo feeling of someone being so close by and them finishing the act of their lovemaking when they were just feet away from being caught gave it that added edge. Navia was the devil, but she was his devil, and goddess did he love her. Whether the cook was still there or not Théadan did not know, his attentions were now only on the woman he loved, how her body felt rubbing against his, how hot her core was milking his shaft for the last of his seed, and the sounds she tried her best to keep quiet as she sought her climax atop him.