Not merely game, willing prey.

“Don’t,” she whispered.

“Don’t what?” you asked, checking to make sure the door was closed.

“Don’t go,” she answered.

“What should I do?”

She paused, you could swear that you could feel and hear her blushing as she repeated your words back to you, “Use me as you like. Fuck me as long as you want, as hard as you want, whenever you want, wherever you want.”

You leaned over her, releasing her arm and letting her feel your full body weight on top of her. “So, if I pull out my cock and ram it into your cunt, without even bothering to lock the door, what will you do?”

“Moan.”

“And if I tell you to crawl up the stairs and suck my cock on your own bed, what will you do?” you whispered in her ear.

“Crawl as fast as I can up the damn stairs and hope you’ll fuck me afterwards,” she replied, her face so bright you could have seen it through your eyelids.

You slid one hand up under her tunic, until you could feel her pussy. As you’d expected, it was already wet and easily lubed up enough to accept two fingers. Her moans as you finger-fucked her were loud, but the smithy had been designed to keep in the sound of steel on steel, there was little risk of being overheard. That theory was tested with the loud mewling complaint when you pulled your fingers free of her grasping box.

You licked one finger clean, enjoying her sweet flavor, then pressed the other against her lips, which opened eagerly, sucking that finger clean, then upon you command, sucking both the fingers that had been inside her as if they were your cock.