" I get it." He said flatly, as much to stop her from talking as anything else.Sophia's lips thinned, but she controlled her reaction faster than Bren...expected. It made him wary. She could be completely unreasonable when it came to her own safety or the security of the Warlock, but if she was retreating behind a diplomatic façade, then she was hiding even more secrets."Are you going to bother telling me about this plan of yours?" He asked softly, "Or should I just walk away?"She shifted in her. The walls were still a butterscotch color with suns, moons and stars as a border. I lay down in my bed and tried, unsuccessfully, to sleep. Tossing and turning, I couldn’t think of anything but the past 24 hours. I went through every moment in my head, trying to figure out what your decision would be. I knew what I wanted. It was the same thing that I had always wanted, for us to be together. I knew it would be difficult, because of the distance between us, but I think that our love could be. ”He filled a flagon with mead, and drank deeply of it. I drank some milk to help with the churning I felt in my stomach. “Ah, the one good thing about Maven Black-Briar, her meadery. Apologies, I digress. We ... the Psijic Order ... had set goals for you, without your knowledge, of certain ... things ... that you would need to accomplish, to be blunt, to be found worthy of our help. Some in our order felt that it would take you years, if ever, before you accomplished even a tenth of them.. After the fourth session in a row of Lynn climaxing into her husband’s mouth, they stopped. His mouth was sore and his jaw was starting to lock, they both decided to stop and rest for a few minutes.“Do you know that your ejaculate tasted exactly like apple juice,” he asked.“No, I didn't, but I’m glad that you enjoy it, Sir,” she replied.Lynn saw that he was terribly uneasy, as his own cock was rock hard and needing its release. Without any thought, Lynn asked him,“Sir, would you like me to.