<hr/><div align="center"><em>Autolycus, interrupted by Cariad (or is he?)<br/>Infirmary</em></div><hr/><br/>The Pict's hips shuddered and bucked under his hands and her moans of ecstasy encouraged Autolycus as he continued to flick his tongue over her clit and probed her wet, slippery folds with his fingers. Sorcha’s hands came down and she ran them through his thick brown hair in a gesture that was, strangely, more intimate than anything she’d done yet. It heightened the feeling – the fantasy - that had been growing inside him, the sense that whatever they’d been before they were lovers now, working together towards the same goal, both wanting the same thing and by the Gods… How he wanted her. He rose from where he was kneeled between her legs and grabbed her hips to pull her closer still, right to the edge of the edge of the table. He pulled up the hem of his tunic to grab his thick, swollen cock. Pre-cum glinted on its head as he guided it to her warm, wet opening...<br/><br/>He froze, startled by the scream that rent the air. His head whipped around to see Cariad, sitting up in bed, naked and very much awake, staring at him with a frown on her face. She spoke and though Autolycus did not understand the words there was a questioning note there. Probably asking what he was doing. As if that wasn’t obvious. He frowned, frustrated, angry to be interrupted like this. He wished he could simply ignore the woman and carry on.<br/><br/>And why shouldn’t he?<br/><br/>His eyes met Cariads, his expression intense, challenging her to protest as he repositioned himself between Sorcha’s legs. He dismissed her then, to focus once more on the strange creature from the North that enticed him so. He grabbed her hips and, with a grunt, pulled her towards him as he thrust his own hips forwards. His dick slammed inside her in one violent thrust. He paused, taking a moment to relish the feeling of being completely inside her warm, wet channel and then slowly pulled back, sliding nearly all the way out only to plunge inside her once more. He began to set up a rhythm, moving in and out of her body, all the while holding onto her hips so tightly she could not possibly escape, even if she wanted to.