There was no resisting on his end. No whispered warnings, not tense holds to keep her from moving. Théadan was as caught up in their lovemaking as she was once he was over the shock of her continuing. His whispers of her name, the light gasp he released, and how he could not keep going had her smiling against his neck. She had not been sure whether he would go along with continuing with the risks involved, but Navia had also known she so desperately needed him that she could not wait to find out. And Théadan had also been trying to encourage her to continue earlier when the first crewmember interrupted them; surely it couldn’t be any different. With the way his hands moved to take hold of her and how she could feel his member preparing to release deep within her, Navia knew Théadan was going to go along with her. They would not wait until the cook had returned to the deck above.<br/><br/>Théadan’s hand planted on her rear one of the time her hips crashed down on his, holding her still and forcing his thick shaft deep within her. A soft whimper escaped her, her breath coming stronger from her nose as she bit down lightly again in frustration, and Navia’s hips continued to writhe atop of his own. They did not have the range she’d had before and with the way Théadan’s hand buried in her hair to keep her from moving too much, she knew he was too close for them to continue. She silently lauded it, knowing she was at the brink of her control as well, and adjusted the way she’d been moving atop him. Instead of long strokes, she ground her hips down on his, forcing him even deeper so he jutted up against her cervix when his seed began to spill from his arousal. It sent Navia over the edge as well, her face pressing tightly against his own while nearly silent whimpers left her without her control.<br/><br/>It was all so intense. Her body writhed and pushed on his as the tremors of delight wracked her body. Her vaginal walls clenched rhythmically around his throbbing length, her own release washing over him and mixing with the torrent of seed he released within her. Théadan even nearly dropped a cry of ecstasy in a way that had her smirking briefly before turning her face to press heavily against the warmth of his neck in hopes to keep her own pleasured sounds from being too loud. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Navia hoped the cook had not heard them, but with how incredible it was to be sharing such a moment with Théadan, she did not care enough to be completely silent. It was too difficult to mask the soft pants of breath against his neck, but she did keep her voice down, choosing to instead burrow closer, face pressing firmly into the protection of his neck, hands sifting through his thick hair.<br/><br/>After a few moments of tensely keeping her body firm on his, the orgasm began to fade and she felt her muscles begin to relax. The inner walls of her core remained clenched around Théadan’s spent member, leaving Navia unwilling to remove herself from him. Her legs were shaky from the way she was poised above him however, and her feet adjusted so her knees could fall to rest against the crates behind him so she could rest fully upon Théadan. It made her slide down him a bit, but it was also easier to use him to hide her face from the world. It was then she could hear the sounds of the ship again. They had faded away the instant she had decided Théadan was behaving far too perfectly for them to stop for an interruption. Benign sounds, chains and creaks, Wyndagar’s hooves scraping on the floor. Nothing out of the ordinary beside the labored breathing of two people so enamored with each other that they could not be bothered to stop their lovemaking when someone was mere feet away.<br/><br/>That someone seemed to have left at some point during their fervor. She could no longer hear footsteps or crates being searched or catchy whistling. They were alone. Glad for it, wanting a couple minutes of snuggling and quiet words with her lover, Navia relaxed her face from Théadan’s neck, pressing a parting kiss to his throat before groaning thickly and withdrawing a hand from his hair to prop her elbow on his shoulder. She sat up enough to rest her chin her hand so she could look down at Théadan and still be close, her face mere inches from his own. “I can’t believe you would do such a thing,” she murmured, voice tired from her efforts but holding an air of mischief anyway, “That cook was<i>right there</i>, Théadan.” It made her giggle, dark eyes dancing while she searched his face, pleased to no end they had finished, “And what was that you were about to say? What word was that?”