Ivy gasped out her pleasure as Derrick increased his speed, ploughing her maidenly furrow with hard, brutal thrusts. His strong hands held her fast, one fist gripped her golden hair whilst the other was like a vice upon her thigh, a grip so tight that the marks of his strong fingers would surely be visible come the morning. The solid muscle of his groin and stomach met hers with each powerful thrust, the slap of the contact beating a tempo to the rhythm of his fucking.<br/><br/>Though held fast in his iron grip Ivy showed every indication of appreciating the manner in which she was being taken. As his speed increased her cries grew shriller and more desperate. She writhed beneath his bulk and her long legs with ankles locked high on his back tightened with each stroke seeking to add her meagre strength to his own to pull him ever harder against her.<br/><br/><strong>"That's ... it...scream for me..."</strong>The knight commanded as the volume of Ivy's cries increased.<br/><br/>The wench obeyed, her screams of ecstasy animalistic and wordless as Derrick took her with savage fervour. Her utter abandon to her sexual need spurred him on and his thick cock slammed to the hilt in her wet sheath and Ivy felt the delicious heat of his spending deep inside her ravaged body. Again and again his cock poured forth his seed in great gouts, flooding her core with it's heat. At length though even the lusty knight passed his peak and began to slow his movements.<br/><br/>Outside the knight's room Maeve clearly heard the sounds of passion from within and correctly interpreted the moment of release for the two inside. She pulled her hand from it's rubbing of her flesh through her shift. Her self ministrations had left a patch of damp on the thin white cloth that was an obvious indication of the redhead's arousal. She ignored it, subtlety when she desired release was never in her nature and she had already taken the time to change into her thinnest and most transparent shift before coming coming to the knight's door.<br/><br/>As the sounds of lovemaking from within slowed and grew quieter Maeve judged the time was right for her entrance. She knocked quietly and entered immediately lest the knight command her to leave the food and drink outside the door.<br/><br/><strong>"Sir knight, I have brought you a meal and ale."</strong>Maeve said as she stepped into the room.<br/><br/>The firelight cast it's glow upon the ex rogue, making her nightshift almost transparent. Her full breasts strained the thin material, the cloth clinging to the fat hard nipples. At Maeve's crotch a patch of damp showed beneath the delta of red hair visible through the bleached white cotton. The part owner of the Goblin Gibbet smiled as she saw the wench's legs still wrapped around the body of the warrior and she imagined herself in Ivy's place with his solid manhood sheathed inside her.<br/><br/><strong>"I trust the wench has been to your satisfaction my lord."</strong>Maeve enquired without embarrassment.<strong>"If she disappoints in any manner she'll feel my strap on her flesh in the morning."</strong><br/><br/>Maeve's eyes shone with hunger as she shamelessly assessed the battlehardened form of the knight, his powerful thighs and rippling muscles glinted with the sweat from his exertions.<br/><br/><strong>"If there is anything else you might desire this night you have only to ask.</strong>Maeve informed him.<br/><br/>Ivy's eyes narrowed as she stared up at redhead from beneath the knight, but she kept her own objections to Maeve's intrusion silent.