Yolande didn't know everything going through Ander's mind, but she could tell that he was enjoying himself, and that his arousal was grown very rapidly.  This made her even more excited herself, even if she didn't quite understand why.  She was so tired, but she was now eager to feel him exploding for her, to make him cum, and her tongue, and lips, and hands, worked inexpertly but very effectively.<br/><br/>She heard Anders growl... growl!  It didn't sound like him at all, but there he was, his climax filling her mouth and into her throat.  She swallowed automatically but couldn't keep up ... much of his seed wound up in her stomach but a fair bit escaped her lips and down her chin to her neck.  She was still gulping as he pulled back, and withdrew his definitely-larger cock from her lips.  She finished just in time to moan loudly as his fingers entered her, and his shocking words proved to be true... her sensitive, exhausted body was soon trembling and bucking while his fingers and mouth drove her to orgasm, and another; the warrior was far beyond her capacity, and she truly did cum until she passed out, still twitching and drooling.<br/><br/>She didn't notice - or realize, afterwards - that he had cleaned her face, the most Anders-like action of the whole day.  She awoke after the deepest sleep she ever had, finding herself still slightly exhausted, but so recovered compared to the evening before that she felt quite good.  Anders, still sleeping beside her, looked perfectly normal...but she felt nervous looking at him, confused by how he had been.  She crept out of bed without waking him, and quietly got herself cleaned up and dressed... she was still sensitive, from over-use, and she had to stifle a few moans as she cleaned herself.<br/><br/>Grabbing a handful of grapes she snuck out of her suite, relieved not to have awoken the husband she was vaguely, strangely, frightened of.  It made no sense... was it her that was different, or him?  Both maybe, but... how could last night have happened?  And very importantly... could it happen again?<br/><br/>He had been drunk, obviously... but that couldn't have been enough.  His strength was so great... or was she that weak?  She couldn't answer that this morning, and tried to lose herself in lessons, in teaching students their sword-work.  Even that was difficult, though... yesterday morning she had shamed herself in front of them.  The Priestess had helped so much, but... it was still very awkward, walking onto the drill-ground and facing the students again.