Miriel boning

You push Miriel to the ground with one hand, and use put the other to your lips. She obeys but shakes her head, and the large witches' hat atop her head threatens to fall to the ground. "I don't see why you insist on doing this in such an unusual place. Your cot is suitable, is it not?"

Nevertheless, she pulls down her baggy pants with practiced ease, and bares her pale skin to you. Leaning forwards, you let your hands wander downwards to grope at her ass. You inform your new wife that it's the thrill of it, and that if she doesn't want to get caught, she should lower her voice.

Miriel falls quite for a moment, and you slip a finger inside of her. She's already wet, as you expected, and your touch draws a breathy gasp that she can't hide. You glance over her clit, and her hips buck, her back arching and she tries to push back against you. "Avatar, I fail to understand how you-ha! How you manage to draw such reactions from me, when my own touch cannot replicate them."

This time her voice is quieter, but the though of getting caught still weighs on you. If anyone were to walk by and glance inside the tent, the two of you would be discovered. For some reason the possibility only serves to further excite you.

You press a finger against Miriel's other hole, and press forward slowly. She protests softly when a second finger follows and you begin to scissor them inside of her, but two of you are both forced to fall silent when voices draw near. The sounds of your comrades grow ever closer, but you can't wait any longer. Your cock throbs forgotten in your pants, and you press against her asshole. The head of your cock stretches her, and you squeeze her ass as you penetrate her. The voices outside stop directly outside your tent, but you don't care anymore. You thrust hungrily into Miriel, moving shallowly at first until she grows accustomed to your girth inside of her.

Finally the voices move on and begin to grow fainter, and before the mage can say anything you whisper into her ear. "There was a 72% of you enjoying that. I decided to go with the odds."

Miriel is quiet for a moment, and you notice that she pushes her hips back against yours greedily. When you does speak, her voice is unsteady, and she's clearly trying to maintain a seemingly normal tone for the sake of those who might be listening. "I must admit, I am surprised by the pleasure this brings me. It is...unexpected."

She pauses, in an attempt to stifle a moan. You thrust forward hard, and this time she can't hold in it. The mage looks back at you with voiceless accusation, but with your pleasure building you're more focused on chasing your orgasm than others hearing you. You slam your length into her again and again until you feel your orgasm building, a hot rush coming through your body as you pound your new wife. Her legs shake as she tries to hold her body upright, her own climax coursing through her body as her fingers work furiously over her sensitive clit. You finish with one final thrust, strokes growing weaker as you ride out your orgasm. Your length spasms inside of her, pouring your thick seed deep into Miriel.

When you finally pull out, your cum leaks down the back of her thighs, marking the pale skin. Miriel pulls herself slowly to her feet, and looks down at the rapidly-forming white pool beneath her. "I wonder... I know a spell that does something similar, but... Perhaps this is not the time or place for experimentation."

With that she gingerly pulls up her pants. "I require a change of clothes thanks to this mess you've made." Miriel heads out of the tent towards her sleeping quarters, her steps awkward and stiff as she tries to get there as fast as possible without attracting any other attention.