Kyra.

You find Kyra in the former governess' office. She wears a cloak hemmed in grey fur to keep the autumn cold at bay, as well as her standard well-fitted mail. Her emerald eyes scan quickly over a stack of official-looking documents. She looks up as you enter.

"How did the speech go?" She asks, putting the documents down.

"It went fine. What are you reading?" You ask, sitting down and fumbling to remove your armor.

Kyra comes over, helping you with the various straps and buckles holding the black steel in place. "Just catching up on the situation in the rest of Estara."

"Anything interesting happening?" You ask, pulling off your gauntlets and shoulder guards.

"Plenty actually. There are pockets of rebellion springing up all over now that word of our heist is out. They are just brigands mostly, but a few of them are apparently quite well-organized."

"Hmm. Maybe I should write a letter or two, see if I can't recruit some new wolves."

"That reminds me, where did you learn to read and write? Literacy is pretty uncommon among Estaran women, not to mention Estaran men."

"Dorian taught me. A few other men too. He said that since there is no law against it, there was no harm in learning it."

Kyra smirks and pulls off your chest plate. The greaves and boots came next, and soon after you are standing in nothing but your tunic and breeches.

Kyra gives you a sidelong look, a wry smile touching her lips. She unclasps her cloak.

Catching her intent, you rapidly pull off your tunic. Kyra mirrors you, and soon the both of you are stark naked.

Overcome with desire, you slide your hands across her thighs, getting beneath them and lifting her into the air. You raise her until her pussy is level with your head, and she sets her back against the wall, putting her legs over your shoulders to hold herself in place.

You lean forward, your tongue going to work on her sex. She shudders with every motion you make, and it is only a few minutes until she is positively dripping and you are so hard it hurts. You pull your head back.

"Bedroom?"

Kyra points to a door at the rear of the office.

You shift your hands to her ass, taking her weight upon them once more, before spinning and fumbling blindly over to the door.

You walk into a chair on the way, earning a round of giggles from Kyra, still atop her perch.

Once through the door, Kyra directs you to the bed, and you unceremoniously drop her down upon it.

She immediately pulls herself unto her back, spreading her legs wide, ready to receive you.

You don't need another invitation. You slide onto the bed with her, your torso held over hers by your thick arms, and thrust in. She gasps as you do so, and you feel her silken walls stretch, quivering, to accommodate you girth.

You begin to move within her, and she starts to moan, squirming. You place one massive hand on her chest, just above her breasts, and continue moving in slow, small thrusts. You continue like this for some time, but eventually you see the unspoken plea for more in her jade eyes, and you are all too happy to oblige her.

Your hands move to her wrists, locking her arms into place, and you once more thrust into her, hard. Her whole body shakes with the impact, and her quiet moans become a scream. You pound into her, again and again, and she screams in pure, unbridled ecstasy. Her back arches, and her cries rise in pitch as she is assaulted by a powerful orgasm. She jerks and twists with the pleasure of it, but still you continue your merciless pounding, never slowing, even as her walls clamp down on you, trying to keep you inside her.

Some time later you feel your orgasm rising. You pull out and Kyra, though exhausted and sweaty, quickly moves to wrap her lips around your cock. You let your seed loose into her mouth. She has some trouble accommodating the sheer volume of cum you produce, but she manages it, and swallows it all down.

You take her into your arms, and the two of you collapse into the first real bed either of you have been in for some time.