An interruption

Dagna’s small hands were still trembling slightly as she traced the lines of your chest, her breath warm against your skin. Her eyes were half-lidded, her lips swollen and glistening from your earlier kisses. The firelight bathed her in a soft, golden glow, highlighting the curve of her cheek, the flutter of her lashes. She looked up at you, that familiar spark of mischief dancing in her eyes. “Inquisitor,” she whispered, her voice low and sultry, “I’m not done yet.”

You raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. “Oh? And what more could you possibly have planned, Dagna?”

She didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she shifted, her small frame straddling your lap once more. Her hands slid down your chest, her fingers deftly untying the laces of your trousers. Her movements were deliberate, confident—a stark contrast to the shy, stammering girl she’d been when she first entered your chambers. Her lips brushed against the column of your throat, her breath hot and teasing. “You’ll see,” she murmured, her voice dripping with promise.

Her hands dipped lower, her fingers wrapping around your cock with a firm, steady grip. You hissed, your hips jerking involuntarily as she began to stroke you. Her touch was electric, her hands slick with the oil she’d retrieved earlier. The scent of lavender and spice filled the air, mingling with the heady musk of desire that hung between you.

“Dagna,” you growled, your voice rough with need. “What are you—”

She cut you off with a kiss, her lips capturing yours in a searing, breathless embrace. Her tongue slid against yours, hot and demanding, as her hand continued to work your length. You groaned into her mouth, your hands gripping her hips as she ground herself against you. Her small frame fit perfectly against yours, her tight pussy pressing against your cock in a way that made your head spin.

She pulled back slightly, breaking the kiss with a soft, wet sound. Her eyes were dark with desire, her cheeks flushed with arousal. “Inquisitor,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need, “I want to feel you. All of you.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. With a low growl, you flipped her onto her back, pressing her small body into the cold stone floor. Her eyes widened in surprise, but she didn’t protest. Instead, she wrapped her legs around your waist, pulling you closer. Her hands slid down to grip your ass, her nails digging into your skin as she moaned softly.

You positioned yourself at her entrance, the head of your cock pressing against her slick folds. She was already wet, her arousal coating your length as you pushed into her in one smooth, steady motion. Her tightness was overwhelming, her walls clenching around you as she adjusted to your size. She let out a soft whimper, her hands clutching at your shoulders. “Inquisitor…” she breathed, her voice trembling. “You’re so… big.”

You chuckled, the sound low and husky. “You’ll manage,” you said, your hands moving to grip her hips. You began to move, your pace slow but deliberate, each thrust drawing a gasp from her lips. Her small body rocked against yours, her skin flush with exertion. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps, her eyes fluttering shut as she surrendered to the sensation.

Her hands moved to your chest, her fingers splaying across the fabric of your tunic. “Inquisitor,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “It’s so… good.”

“That’s it, Dagna,” you encouraged, your voice tight with restraint. “Just like that. Take me.”

Her pace quickened, her hips meeting yours with more confidence. Her pussy tightened around you, her body trembling with the effort. She moaned softly, her head falling back as she was overwhelmed by the pleasure. Her hands moved to her own chest, her fingers teasing at her nipples through the fabric of her tunic.

“Inquisitor,” she breathed, her voice barely audible. “I… I can’t…”

“You can,” you growled, your grip tightening on her hips. You thrust up into her, meeting her movements with your own. “Come on, Dagna. Let go.”

She cried out, her body convulsing as her orgasm overtook her. Her pussy clenched around you, her walls milking your cock as she rode out the waves of pleasure. Her voice echoed through the chamber, a mixture of moans and gasps that only spurred you on further.

You couldn’t hold back any longer. With a low growl, you buried yourself to the hilt, your hips snapping forward as you reached your peak. You spilled into her, your seed filling her as her walls milked every last drop from you.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was your heavy breathing, the crackling of the fire, and Dagna’s soft whimpers. You collapsed onto her, your body pressing her into the cold stone floor. Her small hands moved to your back, her fingers tracing lazy patterns across your skin.

“Inquisitor…” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “That was… amazing.”

You chuckled, the sound low and husky. “You were amazing, Dagna,” you said, your voice thick with satisfaction. “I knew you had it in you.”

She smiled, her cheeks flushing with pride. “I… I wanted to please you,” she admitted, her voice soft and shy. “I wanted to show you that I could be… more.”

You leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “You did, Dagna,” you said, your voice firm and reassuring. “You did more than please me. You surprised me.”

Her eyes widened, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks. “Really?” she asked, her voice trembling with hope.

Before you could respond, a loud knock echoed through the chamber, startling both of you. “Inquisitor,” a voice called from outside the door, “we have an urgent matter to discuss.”

You froze, your eyes locking with Dagna’s. Her wide, concerned gaze met yours, and for a moment, neither of you moved. The weight of your duties pressed down on you, but the warmth of her body beneath yours was hard to ignore.

“Inquisitor?” the voice called again, more insistent this time. “It cannot wait.”

You hesitated, torn between the pleasure of the moment and the demands of your position. Dagna’s hands moved to your chest, her touch gentle but firm. “You should go,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “They need you.”

You nodded reluctantly, pulling yourself away from her. She shivered as the cold air hit her skin, her small hands moving to cover herself as you stood. You quickly adjusted your clothing, your mind already racing with thoughts of what could be so urgent.

As you moved toward the door, you glanced back at Dagna. She was still lying on the floor, her small frame curled in on itself. She looked so ****, so fragile, and yet there was a strength in her eyes that you couldn’t ignore.

You opened the door to find a group of your advisors waiting outside, their faces grim. “Inquisitor,” one of them said, his voice tense, “we need to speak with you immediately.”