The indentured wench responds without reserve to the knight's assault on her, moaning lustily as his tongue laves her moistened slit without respite. Ivy squirms and bucks, unable to remain still and composed as her body responds to the stimulation. Derrick's tongue delves deeply into the hot wet folds, raising the volume of her cries and increasing the motion of her hips in response. Her body begins to shudder as her arousal reaches it's first peak, only the strong hands grasping her smooth hips keep her pinned to the bed as her back arches and her heels dig into the bed in an attempt to push her sex harder against the knight's mouth. A wracking sob escapes her lips as her climax breaks like waves through her body, her bronzed flesh trembling uncontrollable as she surrenders herself to the moment without reserve.<br/><br/>When she sinks back to the sheets with a sheen of sweat glistening on her skin Derrick moves. His mouth kisses it's way up her belly and onto one firm orb, her throbbing nipple is mauled by his lips and teeth as her suckles on her teat.<br/><br/>The knight's hips position themselves between her widely spread thighs, his stiffness pressing against the wench's pelvis as he moves to bring his cocktip to the drenched and widely gaping nether lips. His shaft's tip enters her just barely, it's passage thoroughly lubricated by the tavern wench's spending. With a savage thrust his shaft drives home, making Ivy scream and gasp in lusty pleasure at the sensation of his hard flesh filling her. Her legs lock over his hips wantonly as she relishes the heat and hardness of his cock inside her.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh gods...you are truly a hot bitch!"</strong>The lord swears as he begins to thrust himself against the soft body below.<br/><br/><strong>"My lord.....I must relish....this pleasure....while I am still able."</strong>Ivy gasps out, her words interspersed by heavy breaths as his cock pounds into her and his bulk presses down driving the air from her lungs.<strong>"Who may say...If I am ever....to savour these....feelings again?"</strong><br/><br/>The slick walls of her sex clutch at his rigid flesh, fluttering and writhing around the shaft that utterly fills her heated channel. Only her copious female juices ease it's passage, so tightly does her velvet walls press in around him.<br/><br/>Outside the knight's room a soft bare footstep goes unheard, Maeve pauses listening without breathing as once she practised in her previous profession as a rogue. A smile spreads across her face as she discerns Ivy's gasps of ecstasy as her sex is remorselessly plugged by the plunging cock of the knight. With one hand balancing the platter of food and drink that she carries, Maeve's free hand presses between her thighs. Through the loose shift that she wears she rubs fiercely at the fleshy lips of her needy sex. Cyrus has been drinking steadily this night and is no longer in any fit state to sate the arousal she feels. With a lusty lord in the tavern the flamehaired rogue can't bear the thought of making do with satisfying herself with her own fingers or polished ivory shaft.