<div align="center"><em>Autolycus, dealing with Galo's untimely return<br/>Infirmary</em></div><hr/><br/>Autolycus lay on top of Sorcha, still breathing heavy. He moaned softly when she nibbled his ear and kissed her neck in response, his lips soft, his beard rough and ticklish against her skin.<br/><br/>The door slammed.<br/><br/>His eyes flew open to see Galo, leaning against the door with a smirk on his face. He watched, horrified, as his assistants gaze shifted from Sorcha and himself to Cariad, still on the bed, her face flushed, her hand on her sex. Slowly, and with some amount of shocked fascination, it dawned on the medicus just what she’d been doing after he’d so rudely dismissed her.<br/><br/>Wrenching his eyes away from Cariad he pushed himself upright, pulling his now limp dick from Sorcha as he did so. His tunic, stained with all manner of bodily fluids, slid down to cover his loins, offering some modesty as he stepped around the operating table and used his body to shield the Pict from his assistants eyes.<br/><br/>"Galo," he said tersely, submitting the man to a tight-lipped glare as he ran over the options in his mind. He could throw him out. He could try and explain...<br/><br/>In the end he did neither.<br/><br/>Instead, after a long, tense moment, Autolycus turned his back to Galo and bent to pick up the bucket that stood next to the table, fished a sponge from the water and proceeded to wash the woman he had just fucked with such wild enthusiasm.<br/><br/>“There’s a clean tunic on the chest in my room. If you could get that for me?” He asked his assistant in a carefully neutral voice. Glancing at that other naked slave, fully displayed on her bed, he added, “And something for her too, I think.”<br/><br/>The medicus ran the sponge over Sorcha’s naked flesh, washing his seed off her body. His eyes met hers – finally open, the dilated pupils incredibly dark in her pale face – and held them, his expression pained. She was almost out of her drug-induced trance. Would not be like this much longer. And though he wished it were different, that the experience they’d just shared had somehow transformed her, he knew that was wishful thinking. No, she would go back to being a vicious barbarian, a savage from the North who did not hesitate to bite off a man’s ear on her way to freedom.<br/><br/>He could not risk leaving her loose.<br/><br/>“After that,” he called to Galo without taking his eyes of Sorcha, “you can help me get this one back in her cage.”<br/>