Altar of Twilight I know you are a [m]an of honor, I'm so sorry to bother you at home

It was quick and sudden. Potema gasped with surprise at his fast mounting; it wasn't like she wasn't expecting it, but she expected some kind of warning first. 

But as it happened, and so quickly too, she went along, her hips trying to push backwards against his, meeting him at his thrusts, though it soon ended. Potema whimpered, disappointed, but she bore his weight. He nipped her ear, murmuring once more that no one would know. No one, She repeated, confirming the promise.