You can't wait; take her now.

You drop the sword by your side and seize her, kissing her fully on the lips. Her body responds eagerly, her mouth fastening on to yours as she rips off your cloak with her caressing hands. A tiny, almost inaudible cry deep in her throat is the only expression she makes of her true feelings, the rest of her held tight in your magic's embrace. Her tongue explores the inside of your cheek as her arms frantically clutch at you, grasping you and pulling you ever closer. With her feet she kicks your cloak open on the sandy ground, her hands elsewhere and yours grasping her breasts, kneading, pinching, and pulling. Her caresses grow even fiercer and she pushes you down to the ground. Her smile drips of sex and promise, and still her eyes scream silently her inner self. You lie down on your back on the cloak and she kneels down, kissing you again, fastened to your lips as though held there by magic. You grip her hips and suddenly she pulls them away, backing up across your body to kneel, breathless, by your hips. She smiles again, licks her lips as she looks at you, and straddles you at the knees, bending her head down over your erect cock with a hunger you can only believe because you made it so. She licks the shaft for a moment then dives down, impaling herself on it. After swallowing nearly th entire thing, she pulls back up and sets to work, swirling across it with tongue, lips, and even just a hint of teeth, nips too gentle and teasing to be painful.

You lay back and enjoy the show and the sensations. Is this masturbation, you wonder, using another entirely governed by your own will to pleasure yourself? If it is, it's the best masturbation you've ever experienced. She has begun to drive your member into her throat all the way to the hilt, forcing it down her throat. As you gasp and climax, lifting your hips off the cloak to push yourself as deep as you can, you decide, no, this is truly sex.