I followed her like a honey bee following a flower. Trapped in its own desires. I entered the house. It was big as hell. There were 4 rooms at the gro...nd floor. The house was empty. Everyone was busy seeing the varmala. I was confused where to go.Then I gazed upon a piece of jewellery lying on the stairs. It looked familiar. It was her navel-piercing top, oh this was it what was hidden below her kamar-band, I reckoned. I picked it up, as well as the hint. Went upstairs. There were 3 rooms and a. I despised the man, hated him. I wanted him to pay for what he did to Sven and Kora’s family.But I also wanted to fuck him so badly.I slipped out of my robes, standing naked before the door to his bedchamber. I couldn’t control myself. I had to fuck him. I opened the door. It was dark in his room, the only light flooding dim and silver through the window.He was a shape on the bed. I padded across the room, the stones cold on bare feet. Then I reached the bear-skin rug his bed sat on. The thick. It was wrong and after a while I resolved that enough was enough. There would be no more incidents.With that, I drifted off to sleep. Manfully ignoring the little voice at the back of my mind telling me how good it had been, and it could be better yet.Next morning, I woke up feeling refreshed and well rested, despite my turmoil of the previous night. It was a Sunday, so with no work commitments I planned on lounging around all day, possibly watching some sport in the afternoon.Around 10am,. Both sets of leathers were still damp, making it rather like they were squirming into clingy second skins rather than armour. Not that he didn’t enjoy the view he had of the bard as she attempted to get her armour over her legs without accidentally exposing anything else.Making the decision to wait, instead of taking her up on her implicit offer was one of the most difficult things he’d ever done. She’d been there, half naked and gorgeous and grinding herself against his lap, and he had been.