The sergeant leaned back and groaned in appreciation as Krysia serviced his cock. He ran both hands through her long hair, getting a good grip and insistently guiding her at the pace he wanted her to go. He was content to nut inside her mouth, pulling her head down to deepthroat his member to the hilt when he felt himself pass the point of no return, and holding her there for a good thirty seconds while he throbbed and spurted hot sticky seed straight down her throat. Only then did he let go and allow her to catch some much-needed air - or at least a normal girl would be panting and gasping for air, but a witcheress could hold her breath much longer thanks to her altered metabolism.<br/><br/>"That was good, lass. Come warm the bed with me," the sergeant threw off his shirt and laid down on one half of the mattress, patting the empty space he had left for her, all thoughts about monsters seemingly gone from his mind.