Chapter 6 - The Twenty-several Days

 
Day 20.
 
                - “Ugh… I can’t believe you’re making me do this right here! They could find us!”

                - “Not if you’re quick… now make me cum!”

Isabela gritted her teeth, but she still took hold of Gamlen’s fat prick, fingers moving up and down its length, and tasted the heavy pulse of its head with her tongue. She was giving the man a blowjob right in Hawke’s home, during one of those awkward family dinners – that has become even more awkward now that she was fucking Gamlen in the regular – that Hawke threw sometimes, like his mother used to.
Bethany had given them an excuse under the pretense that she wanted to spend some alone-time with her dear brother who she missed now that she had her own home – not far from Gamlen’s, Isabela had noticed with jealo… alarm – and Isabela found herself kneeling in front Gamlen’s legs in the next room, sucking his cock.

… with quite some gusto, as Gamlen himself pointed out:

                -"You couldn’t wait to get your hands on it, could you?" He hissed while Isabela ran her hand expertly along his cock.

With his pants still around his ankles and his shirt hold up with his teeth, the man had barely been undressed before Isabela had found her place and pace. 
It wasn’t like he intended to take off all his clothes – despite everything, he wasn’t daring enough to do something like that in this situation – but he also thought he would at least have time to get more comfortable. But he wasn’t the one in control at this moment, Isabela was.
He had been the one to bring her to this room, but she was the one who had ended up pushing him against the wall, her dexterous hands undoing the buckle of his pants so fast he didn’t have time to say anything before she was fishing his cock from his underwear and kneeling in front of it.

                - “You spent the entire evening pressing this thing against me.” Isabela growled, squeezing his cock. “Don’t pretend it’s not what you wanted from the start.”

Gamlen smirked, recalling the way he had indeed spent his evening touching the pirate inappropriately. It had started with something simple like grazing her tits or the curve of her ass while no one was looking. Then he had become more daring, like when he had gotten uncomfortably close to her in the kitchen, whispering in her ear how much she aroused him, making her feel his arousal by taking her hand and putting it on his cock. He even had dared to grind himself against her ass in the cellar, sandwiching his cock between her firm buttocks.
Heck, even during dinner, he had had his hand on her thigh, fingers grazing her heated center.

                - “That’s what I wanted, yes.” He admitted with a groan, closing his eyes to savor the feeling of her mouth. “But I didn’t expect you to be so eager. Like I said, you couldn’t wait to taste my dick, could you Isabela?”

Isabela threw him a dark look, but with the way her cheeks were bulging under the size of his cock she didn’t really appear threatening.

                - “Stop dreaming.” She said, licking his length up and down, like she was unable to let go of his cock despite her words. “If it weren’t for our Deal, I would never be caught dead doing something like this with someone like you, Gamlen.”

                - “Your reputation says otherwise…”

Gamlen grunted and looked down with a smug smirk.

                - “As does your actions." He then added, mocking. “Say what you want about not enjoying yourself, you’re still touching yourself in front of me.”

Isabela refused to blush, or even look away.

While her right hand was jerking off Gamlen’s cock, the left had long disappeared between her own legs, rubbing her pussy through her drenched undergarments.

She didn’t try to find excuses, neither for Gamlen, nor herself.

                - “Shut up!” She only hissed at Gamlen. “One more word from you and I’ll kill you!” She added, seeing him open his mouth.

But despite her harsh words for him, Isabela still worked hard to bring him pleasure. Soon, both of her hands on his ass, and she was swallowing his whole cock as loudly and sloppily as possible.

Slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp.

Gamlen could only groan in delight, pushing against the wall to keep himself up on his trembling knees, enjoying one of the best blowjobs he ever had from the great Isabela.
Even after twenty days, he still had trouble believing it was now something he could do. Fucking the mouth of the proud pirate. Fucking her breasts. Fucking her. 
It made him feel so powerful that even with the end of their Deal drawing near – and the protection granted by it – he could only assert more of his dominance over the Rivaïn.

                - “That’s right.” He hissed, taking hold of her dark hair, helping her in the bobbing of her head. "Suck my cock, Isabela.”

At some point, amidst the slurping sounds, they could hear the voices of Bethany and Hawke one more – indicating they were coming back – but that didn’t stop them. Instead, Gamlen grabbed Isabela’s head with both hands, and he started to fuck her mouth harshly, erratically.

                - “Suck my cock!” He repeated between clenched teeth. Chock on it!”

The man thrusted his hips forward and Isabela did just that.

                -"Gloark! Glock! Glock! Glock!"

Eyes wide open, Isabela felt the pulsing head of Gamlen’s cock surge in the back of her throat, and she had no choice but to swallow it, closing her eyes.

His cock was so big, it felt like it could stab her neck with a single thrust. But she still managed to take it all, gripping his thighs while she worked her throat around his size, encouraged by his moans and groans that echoed along the wet sounds she made.

In some other world, Isabela would probably have relished the challenge. Gobbling a cock so big, so powerful… she would have allowed herself to enjoy its heavy beats, the way it felt alive in her mouth, its taste, the groans of the man brandishing a tool such as this…

But in this world, she couldn’t… all she could do was lying to herself.

                - “Are you not done yet?”

That’s the question Isabela asked, half panting, a little later, after Gamlen had all but fucked her mouth and throat until she saw stars.

The pirate was still kneeling in front of Hawke’s uncle, waiting, and shuddering while the man jerked his cock so hard, she thought he might tear it in half. He was ready to cum, she could see it in the way his whole body was tightening up and the delight spreading on his face.
It made her more than aware of her drenched thighs and the clenching of her pussy.
But she couldn’t relieve any of the tension there. While her hands were now free, they were behind her back as Gamlen had asked, forced to stay there during the perverted show she was putting for his benefit. She was undulating her body, making her big tits sway for him, enraptured by the sight of his huge twitching cock. Her tongue was out, her mouth open, perverted sounds escaping her while she drowned in her own wetness and lust. 

Gamlen watched her do so and smirked.

                - “You can’t hide it, can you?” He gritted, jerking himself off faster and faster, breath coming out of his mouth, harsh and heated. “Despite all of what you say, you really are a slut to my cum!”

Isabela didn’t answer, fearing she would sound as needy as before.

                - “Well, you’re gonna get it! Fuck!”

His body tensed and Gamlen swore loudly before grabbing Isabela by the neck, forcing himself inside her waiting mouth. His dick throbbed, ready to burst, and Bethany’s voice suddenly echoed through the door:  

                - “Are you finished? Brother is looking for you.” She said and Gamlen smiled wickedly. 

                - “Tell him… I’m cumming!”

Isabela would have rolled her eyes had she not been drowning in the cum that suddenly burst inside her mouth, filling it in seconds.

                - “Drink… every… single… drop!”

Gamlen punctuated each of his potent load with a thrust of his hips, forcing her to swallow his cum under his feverish gaze.

A cry escaped the man, and his knees buckled, making him hit the wall. He gripped it to hold himself up and Isabela followed him, his bursting cock never leaving her mouth while she diligently gulped down his always-impressive amount of cum of her own accord.

                - “Kukuku! Would not want the brat to come back and see you made a mess, would you?” Gamlen said hoarsely, watching her work.

Isabela threw him a dark look, but she did not stop the bobbing of her head, her fingers even grabbing the base of his cock and jerking him off to make sure not a single drop was wasted.

Just like he asked.

Finally, when Gamlen’s orgasm receded, Isabela managed to get back up with the most dignity she could and tried to hide what had just happened by putting back on her bandana and unfastening somewhat the laces of her corset to let her breasts – and hard as hell nipples – breathe a little… all the while without looking at Gamlen once, or rather, fleeing his gaze.
That’s why she didn’t saw him coming and grab her from behind just as she was about to open the door and rejoin Bethany and Hawke.

                - “Gamlen! What are you…?” She started to say, stopping with a moan when the man grabbed and squeezed her breasts.

                - “Come home with me tonight.” He growled against her neck. “I’ll fuck you in my bed.”

Isabela shivered. As disgusting was Gamlen’s home, it was fairly secluded – or at least, it was as far away as possible of any of her friends – which meant she… they… could be as loud as they wanted.

Heart beating fast and stomach fluttering, the pirate still kept her poker-face. 

                -“Is that a command?”

Gamlen smirked against her neck and bit her.

                -“No.”

                -“Bastard!”

The insult spilled from her lips, not because of the way he was touching her, but because of the answer he gave her. One which put the final decision in her hands.

At the beginning or their Deal, she would have gladly taken this opportunity to tell him to shove it, but now… now she didn’t have an excuse to go back with him. He had spent the entire evening feeling her up and teasing her – something he became quite adept to this last month – and added to that, she had sucked his cock – another thing she reacted too, despite herself – so she was quite pent up. Gamlen knew it, it was why he answered so. He wanted to make her squirm, and she had no doubt he would not accept any other answer than yes.

That was her reasoning for nodding.

                - “I’ll come.”

She felt him smirk and she shivered, biting her lips.

                - “Of course you’ll come.” He growled, his breath hot and heavy against her ear. “You always cum, kukuku!”

Isabela gritted her teeth, unable to escape the wetness of her pussy and the feeling of anticipation that now clenched her stomach.
 
***
 
Day 22.

 
Isabela was sweaty.

The sticky moisture was running along her bandana when she gripped the blue piece of cloth and ripped it from her head, letting her hair run freely on her shoulders as she looked up, moaning. As usual, Gamlen’s house was akin to a furnace in the middle of the day and the heat inside was scorching, making her light-headed.

Or maybe it was the pleasure she felt that did that.

Moaning, Isabela did nothing to hide the smile that spread to her lips, and she looked down, meeting the gaze of the man responsible for the curling of her toes.
It was Gamlen – of course – and his stare was as burning as the heat inside his home but for once the pirate didn’t try to escape it. On the contrary, she met him and the smile on her lips spread some more, becoming a smirk as she was reminded that today she could fully enjoy herself. 

Because, for once, she was the one in charge. 

Indeed, as a twisted gift for the wonderful threesome they had with Bethany the day before – one during which they both had ended up sandwiching Bethany between them, double-teaming her, him with his cock, her with a strap-on – Gamlen had relinquished control over to her for the day.
She could have used this opportunity to flee, to order him to leave her alone for the rest of they day, and at the beginning of the month she probably would have done just that. But instead, she had decided to do the same thing he did to her and used him for her own pleasure.

That’s how a naked Gamlen – to add to what she hoped to be humiliation – ended up on his knees in front of Isabela who was pressing his face against her panties – red ones, that she had stolen from the Blooming Rose – using him like one would with a masturbating tool.

                - “Enjoy it, you old pervert.” She purred, wiggling her hips to give him a full face of her underwear, enjoying the friction.

She grabbed him by the head, gripping his grey hair, and pushed his mouth against her clothed pussy, sighing. 

                - “This is the pussy you aren’t going to fuck today.” She said, heaving a breath when she felt her pussy clench and pulse against his face. “Not today… because I don’t… want to. And I get to choose!”

She jerked her hips up, grinding herself against Gamlen’s face, making him taste her wetness, high with the power she now had over the man that had tortured her those last few weeks, loving the sight of him at her mercy, ready to be used for her pleasure.

Was this how he felt every time she served him with her tits or her mouth? No wonder he enjoyed it so much.

                - “But today it’s my turn.” Isabela smirked. “Hear that, Gamlen? So be the good little perverted and frightened uncle that you are and stay quiet while I use you.”

She heard him growl in response and her smirk spread, forcing him a little more against her panties. She would not last long, she knew that. Already she was shaking from the simple friction of his face against her clothed pussy, gasping with arousal.

It was all the more apparent later, when they were both on his bed, with Gamlen laying down while she was all but riding his face, breathing hard and fast. Gripping the edges of his pillow, she was burrowing his head inside it as she was rolling her hips against his mouth, her eyes never leaving his face, drinking on his rising frustrations.

                - “No touching yourself, Gamlen!” She reminded him with a smirk, when she saw him twitch. “It’s only me… hn… that matters as of right now.”

She took pleasure in the struggle on his face, almost as much as when she mushed it with her drenched pussy, savoring the friction of his mouth and nose on her nether. She had gotten rid of her underwear a while ago and the feeling of Gamlen’s tongue directly against her clitoris was enough to let her panting and, shamefully, wanting more.

                - “Yes… mhm… like that…”

Throwing her head back, Isabela closed her eyes with a deep moan when Gamlen responded to her words by spreading her lower lips with his tongue. She shivered, biting her lips, and stopped moving for a second, enjoying the sensation.

                - “Fuck, he’s good.” She admitted, but only to herself.

Undoing the laces of her corset, Isabela fished one of her breasts out of her shirt and palmed it with one hand while the other was pinching the nipple of her still clothed breast. A shuddered breath escaped her lips when she squeezed her tits and she moved once more against Gamlen’s mouth, gently at first, perversely, then with more and more speed.

Then the mattress started squeaking and she was grabbing the head-bed, eyes closed, head lifted up.

                - “Oh fuck!” She moaned, feeling the tensing of her stomach go lower and the heat spread between her lips. “I’m…!

Her breasts were heaving, the sweat that pearled from her forehead and neck washing over her brown skin, giving it a glow under the light of the sun that filtered through the windows. For once, the curtains hadn’t been shut to give the pretense of privacy and Isabela could see some people walking down the streets. Had one of those passersby had paused, they probably would be able to see her, to see what was going on inside the room, see her, Isabela, the Champion of Kirkwall’s lover, riding Gamlen’s head like her life depended on it.
... and if they stayed, they would probably see her cum.

It was terrifying, and yet, also thrilling in some twisted way, and it made her move faster.

                - “Maker!” Isabela gasped, throwing her head back, eyes widening.

She shuddered, feeling herself getting closer and closer.

                - “Fuck! Make me cum, Gamlen!” She ordered and Gamlen obeyed.

His hands that had been, until now, grasping the sheets to stop himself from stroking his aching cock, grabbed her thighs and he plunged his tongue inside her. Isabela screamed.

                - “Fuck yes! I’m going to cum!”

The pirate threw her whole-body back this time, letting go of a scream that could probably be heard outside. She didn’t bother to check if she had attracted any attention however, too busy shaking against Gamlen’s perverted mouth.

Was there a smirk on his lips? She couldn’t tell. And by this point, she didn’t care.

                - “Fuck… oh fuck… oh fuck… oh fuck!”

Instead, she moved even faster against him, catching herself with one arm, nails biting his torso, the other one grabbing hold of the mattress as she was almost laying backward over the man that was devouring her pussy, bringing her closer to orgasm.

Just like she wanted.

                - “Yes! Yes, I’m cumming! I’m cumming, Gamlen! I’m…!”

Isabela shuddered one last time and suddenly she was screaming in delight, her pussy clenching and gushing on Gamlen’s tongue, drenching him with her fluids just like he himself had done to her so many times before. 
She fell backward, taken down by her climax that had her moaning deliriously as she twitched on Gamlen’s torso, eyes rolling back, smile spreading, and she laid there riding it until it receded.

When it did, her sense of control suddenly left her.

She had ended up next to Gamlen’s dick, hard a steel and thick and pulsing and big. She gulped. Up close, she could see every twitch and throb of this thing and felt it ready to burst, ready to fuck and break whoever ended up taking it.
Her mouth went dry, and she ended up wetting her lips without even realizing. But then she caught herself lifting her hand toward it and she made a fist, shame washing over her.

She looked away.

She would not accept it. She would not accept him.

But even so, her pussy was tingling, and the climax she had just tasted didn’t seem like enough anymore.
 
***
 
Day 23.
 
Isabela liked it better when Gamlen fucked her from behind.

Not because his dick felt bigger – although there was perhaps something there – but because, that way, she didn’t have to see his smug face.
… and he could not see hers.

In that position, Gamlen couldn’t see the way her face was contorted in ecstasy when his cock pushed deep inside of her – deeper than any man before him! – and hit this singular spot which made her fly. G Point, sweet-spot or something else, every time the pulsing head of his cock kissed it, her whole being shook and burned at the same time, filling her with such an intense pleasure she sometimes found her faith.

She had called upon the Maker far more under Gamlen’s hips than during the rest of her life.

Already, a dopey smile threatened to break on her face, and it was only by biting her lips to the point of bleeding that she was able to contain her voice. Even worse, she knew it wouldn’t be enough.

Still, she kept fighting. Despite the cries of her body and the perverted voice in her head – who disturbingly enough sounded like Bethany’s or sometimes, even more disturbing, like her mother’s – who pushed for her to just give up, to give in, she refused to break, reminding herself that she only had to hold on a few more days.

                - “Enjoy it while you can… hn… it’ll soon be over.” She panted after Gamlen had groaned about how good her pussy felt around his cock.

The man responded by clapping her ass, sending like an electric shock through her whole body, making her breath hitch, pleasure swarming her mind. He then brought his mouth next to her ear and she shivered:

                - “You’re not going to miss me?” He asked, a smirk in his voice.

Isabela snorted.

                - “Who in their right… hn… mind… would miss you?”

The Rivaïn felt an arm coil itself around her waist and a treacherous hand graze her pussy already full of cock. A sigh escaped her, heavy with need and want, and she pretended she wasn’t pushing back against Gamlen, trying to get him moving once more. It made it easier to not burn with shame at his next words:

                - “A slut who can’t get enough of my cock.”

It was her body that couldn’t get enough, not her.

Isabela had long given up trying to hold back her body’s urges under Gamlen’s hips – especially when he was fucking her like this – knowing it was pointless and she could hardly do anything about it. She figured that as long as her mind didn’t betray her like her body, she was still good, she was…

Gamlen’s cock found one of her sweet spots and pushed against it and her breath hitched once more, a delicious shiver caressing her whole-body.

                - “… so gooooood.” She ended up whispering, eyes rolling into the back of her skull.

Panting, the Rivaïn tilted her head forward, hiding her expression behind her hair while heavy and needy sighs were stolen from her with each thrust of Gamlen.

Once again, her body was betraying her, and yet, there was no frustration on her face. Only a smile.

She didn’t have a choice. She was only here because of her deal with Gamlen. And once their deal was over, she would be free of him and free to take revenge. But for now, she was forced to endure him and his perversion. And if some part of her ended up enjoying herself during until then… well, would it be really so bad?

She didn’t have a choice after all.

                - “That’s some twisted logic.” Isabela muttered to herself, snorting at those perverted thoughts that entered her mind as her pleasure grew. “I’m not that desperate…”

And yet, even as she repeated that to herself, her stomach fluttered when she felt Gamlen press himself against her back and she turned her head without prompting to respond to his sloppy kiss.

Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap.

The typical wet clapping sound of flesh started to echo in the room amidst the heavy breathing of the two lovers whose faces became tight with effort and pleasure both.

                - “Fuck!” Isabela swore at one point, after one powerful penetration had made her heart skip a beat, a delicious heat burning her insides.

Gamlen didn’t respond.

For once, the man was mostly silent, and Isabela decided to reward him – or was she rewarding herself? Without saying anything, she took hold of the hand that was on her hips and brought it to her breast, squeezing her own flesh with his fingers. Gamlen did not waste any time. For all the sexual selfishness she accused him of, he instinctively understood what she needed – what she wanted – and moved forward two fingers, pinching her erect nipple. 
Isabela sighed, feeling two sort of pleasures mix up together inside her, brought by the somewhat rough but still seductive touch of his hands and the heavy pounding of his hips.

She hated to admit it, but Gamlen really knew how to fuck. And how to fuck her.

And he proved it by doing just that, by pounding her loudly in her own room at the Hanged Man until he was hunched over her, repeating the same words he had told her the first time they had fucked in that same room and so many times after that:

                - “I’m gonna make you mine!” He growled in her ear while squeezing her tits.

She answered as she always did.

                - “Do… ahn… your worst.”

And yet, this time, there was a fleeting and teasing note in her voice and a shadow of a smile when she turned her head to look him in the eye.

Gamlen smirked and drew himself back to take hold of the pirate’s ass.

And as the sound of flesh clapping became louder and louder, Isabela started screaming.
 
***
 
Day 25.
 
                - “Fuck!”

For once, it was not Gamlen who uttered those words while Bethany was moving her breasts up and down his length, tittyfucking him for all he was worth in a dark alley behind the Hanged Man. 

No, it was Isabela who was next to him, watching it happen.

It was pouring, and the rain was drowning the sounds that escaped the perverted trio, hiding them from the occasional customer that braved the storm to get to the tavern. That didn’t stop Isabela to push the wet strands of hair that had escaped her bandana and look around, making sure no one else was stumbling on the depraved scene which was drawing her own gaze. The rain had drenched Bethany’s clothes, and she could have been naked with how much it revealed of her curves. It was probably why Gamlen had ordered her to service him in the alley rather than go back to his home.
It was the same for her. The rain had made a mess of her white clothes, making them see-through and her dark skin had once again gained that glistening that Gamlen loved so much when he fucked her. She could see he was enjoying the view. His smug face made her want to hit him… and fuck him.

                - “You’re such a perverted asshole!” She sneered, her voice dripping with arousal despite the harshness of her words.

Gamlen smirked, palming her ass with his free hand.

                - “You love it.” He said, pushing her against him. “You know why? Because you’re just as perverted, you slut.”

Isabela hardly protested when their lips met – only making something of a face – and even then, it was quickly gone when their tongues started dancing together. Heat burst between her legs, and she bit back a moan, wrapping hers arms around his neck without even noticing. 
Gamlen noticed though and responded by grabbing her waist and holding her tighter to squeeze one of her breasts with his other hand. This time, Isabela could not hold back her moans:

                - “Mhm… mhm… mh…”

Moaning the voluptuous pirate merged with her partner. She trapped one of his legs between hers and started to grind herself against his thigh.

                - “Fuck!” She swore once more, louder this time. “I can’t believe I want you this much, you asshole!”

Isabela could hardly hide her attraction toward Gamlen nowadays – as perverted and wrong as it was – not with the way her body craved his. Still, that didn’t stop her from despising him and insulting him every time they were together.

She figured it was something she had to do to counterbalance the way her body acted.

Isabela moved faster and faster, throwing her head back to enjoy the wonderful friction without seeing Gamlen smug face. The rain was dripping on her face like in a storm, and the rush she was feeling at doing something so wrong, something so perverted, in a back-alley, made her feel free. But it’s only when she heard Hawke’s uncle groan and looked at him that she felt her arousal grow alongside her pleasure.
The man’s knees were buckling, and she could now recognize the signs of an approaching climax. Bethany recognized the signs too and moved her breasts faster and faster along his cock, smothering him with her drenched flesh.

Isabela licked her lips.

                - “Cum on her then… bathe the fucking breasts of your niece like you always do mine.” She found herself suddenly saying, before quickly adding in her head. “I’ll make sure it’s the last time you can.”

Once the pirate started to add her own encouragements to Bethany’s, it did not take long for Gamlen to give them what they wanted. He swore loudly, hissing between clenched teeth, and suddenly thrusted his hips forward, releasing an always-large amount of cum inside his niece’s cleavage. All the while, Isabela half-insulted him, half-encouraged him, jerking him off to make sure he emptied his balls but also to make him hard again.

And soon, it was Isabela’s turn, as Gamlen declared when he sat her down on an empty barrel.

                - “I despise you.” Isabela said, spreading her legs for him.

Gamlen pushed forward, teasing her dripping pussy with his cock.

                - “Liar.”

She wasn’t lying. Isabela did despise Gamlen. But some part of her also wanted him. Some perverted and dark part of her that she intended to kill the very moment their Deal ended, and free herself of it just as she would be free of Gamlen.

But in the meantime? 

                - “Eager, uh?” Gamlen chuckled when she grabbed his sides, bringing him even closer to her.

                - “Talking about yourself, Gamlen?” Isabela snarked back but her voice still betrayed that teasing tone with which she addressed Hawke’s uncle those last few days.

A perverted chuckle left the man’s lips instead of an irritated growl, and the favorite insult he had devised for her came next.

Pirate-slut.

Despite breathing pretty heavily, Isabela managed to scrunch up her face in the same distasteful way Aveline did when she was too « crass » for her, hoping to hide her anticipation and then, her relief, when finally – finally! – his cock entered her.
She couldn’t hide her body’s reaction though – not that she tried – her pussy was already clenching around his length like a vice-like grip, her eyes rolling back into her skull and mouth opening to release a desperate breath.

                - “Yes!” She swore, biting her lips to the point of making herself bleed, but this time it wasn’t with disgust but rather relief.

She heaved another breath, her whole body sagging as his cock filled her completely. She felt herself clinch desperately around his girth, the same way her ankles had already locked themselves behind his ass, toes curling inside her boots, and basked in the feeling of being so very well filled. 

                - “Fuuuuuuuck…”

The sound escaped her. And after that long, uncontrolled, and guttural moan, she drew her head back, locking eyes with her smirking partner – a sight that made her stomach burn with anger but also arousal – and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

                - “Fuck me, Gamlen.”

And then she kissed him.
 
***
 
Day 28.
 
                - “Fuck me! Fuck me you bastard! Oh yes! Fuck me, Gamlen!”
 
             