Night Sky moaned wantonly into the air, uncaring for any other castle inhabitants that might hear her should they wander by. A shock of pleasure rushed through her, the brush of his fingertip along the delicate nerves making her fingers flex and yank upon the strands of his hair hard enough to sting his scalp.

"Harder, baby." She commanded, rolling her hips roughly into his mouth and hand. "Fuck me hard with those fingers."