Cyrine starts to sweat  as she eyes the pair behind the double doors.  Curly red locks clinging to her forehead as she frantically tries to exhale jets of air upward to rid her line of sight of the menace. With out having to actually stop her very carefully timed diddling,of course.<br/><br/>Her breaths are ragged and short, desperate gasps of air churn  in   her stomach, combining with her arousal and start to stoke the slow burn of the fire with in her gut.  She narrows her eye, adjusting the focus on her implant once more, this time aiming the device at the Captains face. Anas flushed cheeks, and mouth agape, devouring the fingers  offered , it was a rather interesting sight to behold- and one Cyrine was sure would make a fine artfully done pictograph once framed . The sort that could really tie a room together.  It would look lovely in her guestroom.<br/><br/>She ducks her head in the crack between the doors, straining for a better view of Anas perfectly lush round bosom. As she sets her focus (sadly something rather hard to do with the overwhelming pleasure of a hand down your pants..) she is assaulted with the wafting smell unmistakable as anything other then female arousal. The musky scent of sex assaults her nostrils bringing a catlike grin to her face, causing her fingertips assault against her own slick inner folds to increase in speed.<br/>The view was perfect , the scent intoxicating...the only thing missing..<br/><br/>Cyrine tilts her head, craning her ear towards the frantically needy couple- shes rewarded by the slick sounds of flesh entering flesh.  She bites her lip to suppress a groan of desire, but clearly doesn't bite hard enough, as the mumbles of pleasure spills over her lips and into the room.<br/><br/>"Eeep!" she whispers, clasping her free hand over her mouth as she ducks back outside the door.<br/>She hopes she isn't discovered... catching her muse in a raw ...primal and carnal moment was a thing of beauty, and one she'd be loathe to disturb.<br/><br/>However, it did nothing to sate her growing need. She dips a long, nimble fingertip deep into her own center, moaning quietly as she withdraws- dragging the digit back up to her still throbbing clitoris. She pries the slick skin of her hood back, and frantically starts to caress the throbbing bud. Panting , she ducks her head around to view inside the room once more- the strange...woman..forcing her self hard, and fast in to Anastasia center. Cyrine feels a pang of jealousy- only for a moment, not at the  players in the stage-show she secretly looked in on, but of the power the captain wielded. Even when being thoroughly fucked senseless, Anastasia was clearly in charge of the situation.The realization leads to wanting, as  part of her starts to fantasize about what being inside such a warm...wet and powerful creature would feel like...and suddenly she notices the dull ache deep with in her own center.<br/><br/>She looks around the hallway for<i>anything</i>she can use to sate her self.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>