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As he started thrusting, Ondine had to work hard not to moan obnoxiously. This pleasure - this motion, it was as old as time itself, and yet she had waited four years to feel it. So this was it then. She was no longer a virgin; a good girl as many in her old pack had called her. Her own alpha had been the one to do it, making her feel like a follower rather than just a lone soul under the protection of a pack. It was not a position she took with much comfort, but as long one could see them - hear them, all was well. She'd allow the Jarl the pleasure of seeing her like this, moving in rhythm with his body, catching every thrust and hopefully increasing the pleasure of both.   

Her strong limb were shaking, yet she was unsure if the cause was Kjalarr's weight or what they were doing. After some consideration, she decided she didn't care, instead enjoying this moment (probably more so than she should have given her reasoning for doing this). Honestly, she did not care about a single thing anymore as her climax was getting nearer and nearer, her walls tightening and loosening to indicate this.