The sensation of feeling his body spasm as his seed coated her tongue was one she would not forget anytime soon. Nor would she forget the feeling of intense pleasure in her own action as he fingers quickly moved between her legs eager to climax before he moved. Of course the fates were not favoring her because as he moved to lie beside her she was not quite finished herself.  Not that she minded putting on a show for her new partner even if it was only going to last for a few minutes.<br/><br/>“So busy schedule? Then perhaps I should climax quickly?” she questioned in a breathless voice a small smile playing on her lips. An object that would stretch her so she could easily take him without risk of severe damage or tearing. Such things did not exist in the White City because deviant sexual acts were frowned upon just like magic. Shifting against him her hand drifted down once more as two fingers began to quick rub her clit. Eyes closed and lips parted she rolled against her fingers while soft gasps and moans escaped her throat. Her free hand gripped the pillow beside her head so hard her knuckles were white.<br/><br/>This time there was no phantom lover she was imagining beside her. She was recalled what had just occurred, the intense pleasure Darius had given her.  Then, she tipped over the edge, a sharp cry that sounded like a mixture of his name and a moan escaped her lips and her hips bucked while sensitive inner walls fluttered. When It ended she fell limp beside him already drifting off to sleep, completely exhausted by the evenings events and the discover of the warlord’s own strange magic.<br/><br/>“Goodnight, my lord.” She whispered softly as her eyes drifted shut and her breathing began to even out. It wasn’t long before she was fast asleep cradled in his embrace as though she belonged there. For once she dreamed of success and victory in her campaign. There was no doubt in her mind that together they would be able to teach the White City its place.