Yes

She shrugged her slender shoulders, dismissing her own objections. She was a whore, and she didn’t mind who knew it. Indeed, she was proud of her wantonness. She unclipped the crystal from her necklace and bunched up her skirts, pushing her panties aside. She sprawled on the back seat of the carriage and raised one elegant leg so high that her foot was pressed where the wall met the ceiling – the better to access her womanhood.

Her pussy was never truly dry, and her anticipation of the party and what she was about to do had soaked it. She placed the crystal’s smooth surface against her entrance, and immediately felt a thrill pass through them. As she slip it into her well-practiced and eager cunt, the tingle increased, as magic and lust were drawn through her soft lips. She moaned, the unrestrained, lustful cry of a true slut.

She saw the driver turn in his seat at the front of the coach. Her moan had apparently been loud enough to carry through the glass window, and his eyes widened as he saw what she was doing. With her free hand, she waved him away imperiously; he’d need to keep his attention on the road, and it amused her to think of his cock growing rock hard as he imagined what she was doing. With that image in mind, she began to thrust the crystal in and out.

The rocking of the carriage as it rolled across the cobblestones made her movements erratic, bouncing the arcane dildo around inside her. She realised she had forgotten to draw the curtains. It was dark, and the streets were misty, but there was still a fair chance someone might catch a glimpse of what she was doing. The thought made her smile and pump her hand harder.

So caught up was she in her pleasure, that she barely noticed when the carriage came to a stop. The door opened a crack, and the wide-eyed coachman looked through.

“Mistress,” he stammered, his gaze fixed on her exposed pussy, “We are-”

Before he could finish, Kari climaxed with a scream of pleasure. She ignored the stunned, flushed man for a moment as she readjusted her skirt and panties. She returned the Power Crystal to its necklace. It glistened with her juices, leaving trails of them on the skin in the valley between her breasts. But more importantly, it glowed with an inner light from the power it had just absorbed. She licked her fingers clean, a gesture both demure and sensuous.

She stood up and swept past the coachman, letting her eyes linger on the tent in his pants just long enough to leave no doubt she’d seen it, before ignoring him as if he had never existed. The courtyard below the Tower of the Shadow Star was almost empty, but those few people who were there stared at her. Her outfit would usually be enough to attract stares of course, but she also knew them must have heard her cum. With a wicked smile, she strolled towards the doors of the great hall.

Then a stray lock of hair fell across her face, and she cursed to herself. Of course, her orgasm had unbound one of the Seven Knots of Yzara! In fixing one imperfection of her appearance, she had introduced another, and one that might be an insult to her employer if he thought she’d fucked someone else outside their contract. Still, it was too late to do anything about that now, so she stepped between the huge doors as their magic opened them for her.