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You give in, and climb onto the bed with her, taking care not to put any weight or pressure on her injury – not that she cares at this point. Almost the instant you are within reach she pulls you close, finds your mouth and hangs her lips off yours. Clothes are discarded via fair or foul means, ripping, pulling, whatever means necessary for mutual nakedness. She forces you onto her, breasts crushed under your chest, two warm lumps of softness throbbing with each heartbeat. Elia reaches down and grabs hold of you between your legs, pulls on you and leads you inside her, cock sliding into her moist opening with almost no resistance. You start rutting frantically, the sheer urgency and unexpectedness of the occasion a potent mix propelling you both forward. Bestial noises escape the two of you, a grunt here, rattling throat there, and a screech of delight from Elia every few seconds. Hoarse breathing covers the sound of the grasshoppers outside, each exhalation in time with your thrusts into Elia’s pussy. You know yourself close and snake a hand down between you to attack your lover’s pussy a little extra, rubbing the fleshy nub sitting just inside the folds of skin above the stretched wide opening. The effect is almost instantaneous. Just as your first spurt of cum erupts from the tip of your cock deep inside her she lets rip with a monstrous scream of pleasure tearing through the night. In spite of yourself you wonder if the people up there in the Citadel might hear her. Her pussy clenches on your dick milking it of every drop of cum, filling itself up until you dry up.

Exhausted now, from the fight, the sex, the fear and the pleasure, you collapse onto the bed beside Elia, flopping out of her. Still apparently unconcerned for her leg, she snuggles up against you, head butting up against your shoulder, and promptly goes to sleep.

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