Elizabeth's hands were quick and sure. She freed me from the last of the cloth and wrapped her fingers around the hard length of my cock. The mark answered at once, heat flooding down my spine. I was already fully hard, the broken seed control making every pulse feel sharper and less restrained than it should.
She stroked me once, twice, then leaned in and took me into her mouth.
Warm. Wet. No hesitation. She sank down until her lips met her fist and pulled back with a slow, tight drag of her tongue. The claim under my skin roared. I gripped the stone behind me and forced myself not to thrust up into her throat.
Outside, a soldier's voice called again, closer.
Vale's low voice cut through the small space.
"They are inside the last line of trees. We have less than two minutes."
Elizabeth did not stop. She only pulled off long enough to speak, voice rough.
