<hr/><div align="center"><em>Autolycus<br/>Infirmary</em></div><hr/><br/>A shiver ran through his body as her hand trailed downwards, going exactly where he was willing it to go. And then her hand was around his cock and it felt so warm and so good and she wasn’t even doing anything yet, not really, but…<br/><br/>“Gods!” He cried, he was already so far gone just from watching her, washing her, pleasing her. Nearly at bursting point already. He breathed a deep, ragged breath. Tried to concentrate, postpone things as long as he could. Or at least as long as she’d let him. He focused on the Pictish woman, rubbing her little nub ever more vigorously. Then, unable to resist any longer, he slipped a finger inside her, then another.