Now she was sure her Mistress was torturing her; grinding and rubbing against her like that was just... just... mean!  And then... oh no... oh no... Sheraile was<em>cumming in her ass again</em>, filling it up so much more than it was that it wasn't even funny, she was perhaps the fullest she'd ever been, so much spunk, so much cock... that was enough to send her over the edge one last time.  This time it seemed the inn-maiden saw<em>something</em>, but she wasn't sure what, and it almost sounded as if... no, it couldn't be...<br/><br/>"Yeah, talk with her if you think it'll do any good." she said, blushing as she shook her head, shifting uncomfortably (possibly from arousal, a rush of orgasmic smells to he nose) "And... I'll... I'll think about it, yeah, sure... learning later, yeah..."<br/><br/>Gerdur in her uncomfortable glory was out of the room quick enough, and when the door shut Aquila let out what was clearly a cry, more of a weep as her eyes teared up.  The adrenaline and fear combined with pleasure was fading off, and the high emotions were taking their toll, tears rolling down her eyes, but not  truly bad ones.  She held her lover, struggling - and failing - to get off of the cock while holding the cum inside, and another whimper came out instead...<br/><br/>"Cuddle... I need... hold me..." she managed, tears spilling onto Sheraile's neck "Please... bed... warm... cuddle..."