Urban

"Urban?" Mircea murmured, shifting slightly in his arms to face him. 

"Hmm?" He glanced at her flushed face that was staring up at him with curiosity. Her naked self was pressed firmly against his half-naked form. 

"What are you going to do when I write that letter to King Diomedes about ceasing the alliance?" Worry had etched at the corners of her beautiful face. Urban drew small circles on the side of her belly hoping it would make her loll. 

"I don't know. Perhaps I will return after he sends for me, or I will go home on my own. I am not certain he will order me to come back." Mircea felt the rigidness of his cock on her thigh. She mused if she shall just take the matter in her hand and give him a relief, however she made out what Urban was implying just a second ago.

"What do you mean by that?" She let go of her vulgar thoughts for a while.