<div align="center"><em>Autolycus - Infirmary</em></div><hr/><br/>As she rose from the table to press herself against his upright body Autolycus’ hands moved down from Sorcha's hips to her buttocks, grabbing them firmly, lifting her off the table as he continued to penetrate her, more deeply now than before. She lifted her face to his and he met her lips hungrily, roughly, came up for a deep, ragged breath and then met them again. This time the kiss went deeper, his mouth opening, his tongue slipping inside to tease against hers.<br/><br/>Sweat appeared on his body, tiny droplets dripping down his brow and nose as he fucked her furiously. Soon, he felt her inner muscles clench around his cock. She was almost there, as he was almost there. He felt his balls tighten, his cock swell insider her. A throaty, primal shout rose inside him, “G-Gods… oh Gods…” he cried as, with a shudder, he planted his seed inside her, one spurt after another. His arms slacked around her as he lowered her back onto the table, then collapsed against her, resting his clammy forehead on her shoulder. One arm circled her shoulders, the hand burying itself in her hair, holding her tightly, not wanting to disconnect just yet.<br/><br/>“By the Gods woman…” he breathed.