Brom's grip was firm and he smiled at the way Felicity struggled.  He leaned close so his breath was hot against her ear.  "Remember your promise," he whispered softly.<br/><br/>Then he straightened up and shook his head.  "I think not.  You should be attending to my steed, who you may clean to your heart's content."<br/><br/>The woman turned and looked down, noticing the traces of drying cum still smeared on the stallion.  She smiled hungrily and moved to draw the beast's muzzle back to her breasts, where it began to nuzzle and lip at her.<br/><br/>Before Felicity had to watch more, she was being walked into the keep proper, passing into the ancestral home of the Percivans.