A small death

The tiny stone sack of a prison cell. The Light spell that threw sharp shadows on everything in sight, and the magical lantern that doubled as a source of warmth. The knowledge that just behind a corner, the warden was waiting for Cael's return…

Cael forgot all that, because Ginevra was here, in his arms. Her dark hair spilled freely over her shoulders, not bound anymore by those constraining hairdos. And the young woman herself looked more free than ever in her passion as she gasped from Cael's ministrations.

Ginevra was straggling Cael's legs while he himself sat on his knees. Her hands were clutching Cael's shoulders like he was her lifeline in a storm. Her hair was tickling Cael's neck, and her eyes were hooded with lust.

He did it to her.