Everything around his shaft was so soft, so warm, so incredibly pleasurable... his hands squeezed those beautiful orbs together around his cock, his hips automatically thrusting in a desperate motion. Up and down his cock slid between her silky skin, lubricated by the generous precum which had coated his shaft. Her body was so hot against her, and as he thrusted his fingers returned to an unthinking frenzy of tormenting Valanna's breasts. His fingers seemed to shift constantly between wildly clamping down around her tits and squeezing them tighter around his cock and tugging or kneading the pink nipples.<br/><br/>And each time Valanna tried to squirm and writhe against him Henrik felt the motion be carried to those lovely breasts, urging him onward. Her features were so lovely, whether they were contorted with lewd pleasure or gazing with confused desire at his shaft pushing up and down over and over again between the supple breasts. It was obvious that something wonderful was building in his lady's body, and he felt it rising in him as well. The climbing pleasure and promise of blissful release... he wished so badly that this moment would instead last forever, that his cock would never stop being squeezed between the elf's perfect breasts, but at the same time his body screamed at him for release. Higher and higher the pleasure rose, mirrored in the squirming and vocalizations of the woman below him, the woman he was meant to serve.<br/><br/>And then at long last release came.<br/><br/>Henrik could not stifle his cry and could do nothing to stop his hands from tensing up tightly around Valanna's breasts, instinctively pushing his cock as deep up her cleavage as he could muster. That thick head was now just a little below her face, and the youth threw back his head as spurt after spurt of hot, sticky seed sprang from his cock and onto the beautiful features of his lady. There was so much, for his desire had been so great, all now covering the face of his lady. Finally, he had defiled even the lovely countenance of his master, and as the waves of pleasure washed over him it slowly dawned on Henrik where exactly he was, and what exactly he had just done...<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Reiko had not gone into the wilderness of a foreign land to search forgotten temples solely of her own accord, but rather in service of the man she knew as Gorthys. His name was one of the old names of the old faith, and not his only title but rather only the one she knew him best by. He was a tall, imposing man dressed in the regale toga of antiquity, now seen as bizarre and archaic by modern Elysia. Upon his chest were tattoos tracking the movement of celestial bodies, and scars tracking the troubles of his life.<br/><br/>The place where they met was a well hidden grove, so very close to yet seemingly of infinite distance from the modern town of Winter Crossing, to the East. The trees clustered thick around the edges of the clearing here, sheltering the two of them from prying eyes, yet in the center of that clearing the sun shined brightly upon the flora.<br/><br/>"You have brought the circlet, as asked." Gorthys replied, icy eyes studying the strange foreign woman who had found her way to him, "And you have returned for wisdom, and another assignment."