<strong>Balthazar</strong><br/><br/>His smile grew as he continued to work almost gently in and out of her.  As she grew damper, he found the soft grip of her cunny more and more pleasing.  His thumb continued to tease her clit, and he grinned as he watched her surprised look.  "Surely my little slut has teased herself in the dark privacy of her own bed," he whipsered, "Or is this joy new to my plaything?  Does my whore like being touched like this?  Does she want more of it?"<br/><br/><strong>Darius</strong><br/><br/>His face made no effort to hide his relief at her command.  "Yes my Princess," he said as he moved to take her back out and around the room to avoid that blasphmeious altar.  The heavy iron doorway waited for them to leave and then groaned shut, seeming less noisy and faster than it had when they had arrived.<br/><br/>The path back up the narrow stair was quick and Darius hardly paused to close the door behind them.  "I'll return and see to that mess," he said with a quick gesture to the desk and the clutter of things from the mantle, "You need your rest my Princess."  It was a short walk through the empty halls and they reached the Royal chambers.<br/><br/>"I will say nothing of this," he assured her before she could speak, "And you know that I am yours whenever you need to call upon me."