<hr/><div align="center"><em>Autolycus, well and truly lost<br/>Infirmary</em></div><hr/><br/>A burning, tingling feeling engulfed him from the soles of his feet to the top of his head and clear drops of cum oozed from the tip of his erection as her fingers rubbed him in all the right places. He felt incredibly hard, incredibly hot. And no longer in control. No, it was the strange, foreign creature from the North that was in control now. "Yes... oh Gods... yes..." he heard himself moan, beg.<br/><br/>His one hand continued to thrust in and out of her, his movements less controlled now. Rough, eager thrusts.<br/><br/>Autolycus' body shuddered as the Pict ran her hand up and down the length of his cock and suddenly he was there. His back arched, his balls clenched and unclenched in her hands as a stream of hot seed shot from his cock, then another, and another, landing thick and white on her belly.<br/><br/>