The guard pumps rapidly, almost wildly into Jordan, the fresh juices from her wild climax making his shaft slick, letting him slide freely in and out of her trembling pussy.  He groans again, loudly, his hand in her hair tightening, his other hand squeezing tightly into the flesh of her rear.  He thrusts forward mightily, and Jordan can feel his shaft erupt deep inside her, spurts of his hot cum coating her insides.  He pulls out of her, another spurt spraying across her lower back and rounded ass; the guard takes a moment to rub it against her soft flesh.<br/><br/>Rising out of the water, the guard comes around to Jordan's front, kneeling in front of her.  He lifts her head up, pressing his shaft to her lips.  "Suck me clean, little slut."  He moans, still a bit overcome with pleasure himself.  He groans as she does so, both from the sensation, and the sight of the lovely priestess willingly servicing him.  "Oh, that's good.  Come find me here tomorrow; I work most days.  I'll make you cum even harder."  Once she is finished to his satisfaction, the guard drops the manacle key next to Jordan's limp pleasured body, straightening his pants as he walks from the room.<br/><br/>...<br/><br/>It doesn't seem like much time has passed before the door opens again, Miri stepping gracefully through into the bathing room.  Almost instantly, she takes in the scene, her eyes opening wide, one hand coming up to cover the gasp of surprise she makes.  "Oh, I should have known something was wrong!"  Miri frets as she rushes quickly over, her small bare feet padding rapidly along the stones.  In a moment, she has turned the key in the lock, the manacles dropping off of Jordan's wrists.  "You ok?"  Miri asks, leaning forward, her dark hair spilling about her bare shoulders and breasts, her dark eyes wide with concern.