<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/57/Shepherd4.jpg)<br/>Rhialla Ramkin (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1150720)</div>The young shepherdess certainly responded well to Simon's attentions. It would almost be fair to say that Rhialla was helpless in Simon's grasp, perched on her hands and knees with her fleecy hips and ass in the air, fully under her lover's control. The same, however, could not be said for her mouth.<br/><br/>"Then how about you stop talking about it and just do it?" she muttered, rolling her eyes at Simon's inanity. "I'm already here, I don't need to hear it like it's a story you're telling at the tavern."<br/><br/>Her brief interlude of sarcasm was quickly overtaken once more by her cries of passion, though. Simon was by far the best of all the lovers she had had in the decade or so since she had become a woman. She leaned forward heavily onto her hands and gave out a bleating cry of pleasure as she felt Simon's prodigious protuberance plunging deep into her passage, seeking out all of her most tender and sensitive spots. "Oh, Simon!" she cried, bucking her hips back up towards him, her breath growing just a little bit short. "That's it! Keep doing... oh, you're finished," she said, with a touch of disappointment that her friend had reached his climax before she did.<br/><br/>"Wait, what?" She perked up again and gave another bleat of pleasure as she felt Simon picking up the pace once again. "That's... you're... oh, yes, Simon! Keep going! Don't stop, don't stop! I'm going to cum!" she cried, rather hypocritically, as the pulsing tightness of her hot, wet pussy told its own story perfectly eloquently. Her entire body shuddered in the throes of her orgasm, and if Simon had not been holding her hips tightly, she may have collapsed against the grass before he finished.<br/><br/>Finally, the deed was done, and she sprawled out underneath Simon, her passage twitching gently around his manhood. She ran her fingers down his chest and giggled at the kiss. "No, thank you, Simon," she murmured, caressing his skin sensually. "You always know how to break up the monotony of the herding life."<br/><br/>She stretched out her arms lazily, looking around the hillside. "Hey, aren't those your pants?" she said, pointing at a ram who was wearing the garment in question on his horns. Rhialla's own clothing was back at her hut, since she hadn't bothered to dress that morning. She gave another giggle, and extended her hand to Simon. "Help me up, won't you?" She tilted her head to one side, listening. "Wait, do you hear something?"