It had been nearly a quarter of an hour already since Lady Sienna had been summoned before her lord father to give her own account of the day’s events, not that he had given her much chance to do so before erupting. So long as he had remained inside of her, the foreigner’s softening cock had served as a stopper for her ravaged channel in much the same way a cork did for a bottle of wine or spirits. No sooner had Hyacin done so than he swept one hand towards the nearest of the great hall’s many exits. Nothing could have been further from the truth. It was only to be expected, after all. Had the old bastard been born an imperial instead of a provincial he might have been a very great man indeed. Still, while she had seen a few men’s members in the past it felt entirely different to do so in her current context, so much so that she found herself nearly quivering when the baron bent forward to roll the intervening garment down his thighs and expose himself entirely.
