As Anders leaned close to whisper, the pungent tang of alcohol was very clear.  And his words... "What?  No, Anders, you're... drunk.  Get off me... ahhh!"  Her hand completely failed to deflect him, as he gripped her sensitive pussy firmly, quite roughly yet with a definitely stimulating effect.  She tried to twist, but his hand in her hair made any forceful effort painful, and Anders was surprisingly strong as he pushed her head down against the bed, her hips up high where his hand continued to slide and press, making her moan into the sheets.<br/><br/>She tried to break free, and was jolted into immobility by a solid spank that echoed in their bedchamber, but it was no more shocking then his next words, calling her a slut!  She froze, and opened her mouth to explain... but she had promised the Priestess not to reveal anything, of course.  So although she protested, she could not explain in a way that would satisfy him.  "Anders, no, it's... it's nothing like that.... oh gods"   His fingers, quite forceful, were still raising her arousal all over again, the day having left her both exhausted and exquisitely sensitive.<br/><br/>There was no denying that she was very wet, and hot... and her sex parted easily when his fingers left and his cock insistently drove in, making her back arch and a loud cry ring out, to quickly turn to moans when he began moving inside her.  Nothing about this was like before... oh, it was his voice, she knew it was her husband, but his strength held her down as if she were nothing, and his cock was... huge, filling her in a way that was beyond satisfying.  She tried to twist free again, but this just made her ass sway in front of him, and moved her enticingly around that powerful shaft.  "So... big..." she moaned, confusion and excitement together.<br/><br/>