Not quite what you are expecting

Iola does not miss your pointed stare and with a timid smile at the old guardsman she lays back on the bedding and spreads her legs wide in an invitation as ancient as the gods themselves. You wonder as you catch a glimpse of Lykaios' grin for just how long has the man been watching Iola mature into adulthood. You get the impression that the family guardsman must have watched Iola for years as she ripened from a flat-chested adolescent into this delightful treat, sweet and juicy just waiting to be plucked. Even under these far from perfect circumstances you envy her, your first time had been at far too young an age with a fumbling boy who knew nothing about how to please a woman in an filthy alleyway, Iola's first time at least would be with a man who knew what he was doing and cared for the young woman and her well-being.

Iola's young body was at the peak of beauty, and as she lay naked before you and Lykaios you could not help but admire her soft curves and smooth skin. Her white breasts tipped with peaks of burgundy are only slightly smaller than yours and the soft curve of her belly and the patch of dark curls at the juncture of her open thighs were as inviting as you had remembered from when this awful evening had started just hours ago. The way she had spread her legs made the pink labia of her sex part slightly and in the gleaming lamplight you could detect a sheen of moisture that clung to her maidenly flower like nectar.

The expression on Iola's face only adds to the appeal of the young woman, she is clearly nervous about what is about to transpire, but along with the apprehension you detect a note of excitement - had your words finally gotten through to the dumb chit? Is she starting to anticipate what it might be like to have a man like Lykaios between her thighs, making a woman out of her as he gently fills her sweet pussy with his impressive organ and fucks her until she explodes around his throbbing cock.

You might be giving the old man too much credit. After all he might well, like most any man, (and many women too) climb between those spread soft thighs and pound the shit out of her tight young cunt until he satisfies his own needs; not worrying about if he was hurting her until he explodes deep inside her. But for all his gruff manner and and terse language, you had every reason to believe that the man wasn't a sadist who got off on hurting women, in fact, it might have been because of how Quintus was treating Iola that pushed him over the edge.

"Don't think for an instant, Young Mistress, that I'm not going to enjoy every last bit of what you're offering." Lykaios surprises you by stepping past Iola as she lay spread out before him like a proverbial virgin sacrifice. "But there's one other pressing bit of business that we'd better take care of as soon as possible." With that the guardsman buckles his sword-belt around his waist and then moves without any hesitation to the great doors at the far end of the hall. In all the excitement you had forgotten about Airlia, but it was clear that the veteran had not.

Leaving the young noblewoman and Freya to pull themselves together after their encounters with the men, you and Cyrus flank Lykaios as he slides the great bar from the double doors and pushes them open. A cynical part of your mind wonders if the grizzled guardsman wants to add young Airlia to his harem, but his reaction to what he finds behind the great sealed doors make you regret thinking poorly of the man even for a second.