Fethlion obviously was enjoying it as well, his face was split by a huge grin as he groped and pawed at Brea's body.  He was almost charming in his lust, eager and hungry while inexperienced.  It felt almost like Brea was giving him some gift.  Though before too long it was his turn to give the gift and he exploded inside her, filling her tight wet channel with his milky cum.  He groaned as loudly as he dared, not wishing Kald to hear him in the bar room and then pulled away from Brea.  His shaft covered in their combined juices he leaned against a small table, panting for breath.  He reached over and picked up two rags and handing the cleaner of the two to Brea, began to clean his rod.<br/><br/>"Best..." he panted, "Best not.... tell.... Kald about this."  He swallowed, "The fat bastard would probably try to charge me, like he owns you."<br/><br/>The look of disgust on Fethlion's face was plain, and it was as if Brea were seeing a new side of him, one that felt almost bold after blowing his load.  Almost as if the boy were now a man.  Thankfully, she hadn't felt even a pulse of anything from the gem tucked into her bodice the whole time.  Which seemed somehow strange.