Ronan hadn't slept since Ger lost his life to the dragon. Every time he dared to close his eyes for more than a fleeting moment, the same haunting image plagued him- the dragon collapsing atop him and the lake swallowing them whole before they had to run to safety.
He frowned whilst his tongue worked to lap up the juices of the elf riding his mouth above him. Even now, with his eyes open, he was thinking about it. Glancing to the side, he realised the woman who tried to get him to go to breakfast had taken him up on his offer and had disrobed and was currently stroking herself.
"Come here," he ordered, allowing her to also hover above his face. "You'll take turns."
His hands reached up between both their thighs, allowing him to concentrate on making them grow wetter.
Someone clapping on the side made him look in their direction, peering over one of the woman's backsides, though his fingers did not stop moving, nor did the women working on his length.
