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The next words Cael said cost him such a colossal effort of will that he felt like he had just strained some muscle in his soul.

"No, Ginevra. You aren\'t healthy enough yet. I won\'t survive you falling unconscious on me right before the real fun begins again!"

"WHAT?" Ginevra pushed herself to her feet. It took her visible effort, and she still held onto a wall for balance, but she didn\'t fall down this time. "This was only one time. I\'m stronger than that."

Cael really wanted to test this statement, but he could be stubborn, too. He leaned to pick up the basin, then hesitated and, instead, used a spell to fill it with clean water and just pushed it to a corner. The wet floor squelched with each his step.

Then he turned to Ginevra.

"No, no. I\'m leaving. Another time, with pleasure, but now—"

His words were cut off by a kiss. Ginevra was holding onto his neck with a vice grip, and her lips were attacking his.

With a low groan that came from the depths of his throat, Cael brought his arms around the woman\'s frame and brought her closer, supporting her weight. What resistance? He forgot all about it and just enjoyed that passionate kiss.

What began as a movement of lips soon became a war of tongues. Ginevra moaned into his mouth, and Cael swallowed every sound. She ground her hips on his, and he felt like a fuse that was going farther and farther towards an explosion.

The thought of spilling into his pants sobered Cael just enough to pull himself away. For a moment, both he and Ginevra just stared at each other, their chests heaving.

Then Ginevra moved in again, and Cael had to force her away. She wasn\'t that big—he could just lift her and put her down on the pallet, which was exactly what he did despite her resistance.

"Damn it!" she cursed. "I\'m not some damsel in distress, Cael!"

Cael moved as far away from her as the cell would allow. The more distance, the safer he felt. For Ginevra\'s sake, but for the sake of his pants, and pride, too.

"I know! You don\'t have to prove it. Be careful, Gin, you will disturb your wounds." He let out a long breath and ran a palm through his hair. "Really, no need to be so ravenous."

Ginevra glowered at him. "I\'m not."

The next words Cael said from the other side of the cell\'s door. "You SO are!"

***

In the wake of Cael\'s new relationship—if one could call it that—with Ginevra, he completely forgot about his promise to Ignazio. The archer was glad to remind him that evening.

"Cael! What—don\'t tell me you were going to hole yourself up in your room? You promised to show me your best brothel, remember? And why not take Vittorio with us, too? The more the merrier!"

The mention of a brothel sparked thoughts of sex, sex brought forth yesterday\'s night with Ginevra, and that brought blood to Cael\'s groin.

"Right. That\'s a great idea."

He needed to release some frustration to visit Ginevra again and not accidentally kill her with .

"Tall Towers" met the trio of visitors with warmth directly proportional to the thickness of their purse and the handsomeness of their faces. Neither Cael, Vittorio or Ignazio lacked in either department.

For a while they just had their fun and wine in the lounge on the first floor of the establishment, leering at the serving girls wearing so little they could as well be naked, and taking their pick of the working women who flocked near.

"I think I will take Nici again," Vittorio said at some point. He and the woman in question were giving each other heated looks for a while now. "She\'s just so… curvaceous. You can really sink into her, don\'t you think? Oh, did I tell you, Cael, how many rounds I got with her the other night?"

"No. Let me guess, was it more than one?"

"Six!"

Cael grinned. "Liar."

"Liar, liar, hair on fire!" Ignazio echoed. "Come on, lie better, man. Say \'five\', at least."

Vittorio, who really WAS a liar at the moment, fought not to pout—but soon found his contentment in Nici\'s arms and her voluptuous breasts.

Cael\'s eyes, though, were on someone else. Not his usual choice, but this woman, with her black curls of hair and gray eyes, reminded him much of Ginevra.

She was nothing like her. There were no muscles under her soft curves, no steel in her eyes. But Cael chose her, anyway.

When they were alone, Cael didn\'t wait long to lead the whore to the bed. He ravished her with the hunger that mirrored that of Ginevra this morning. The hunger he couldn\'t unleash on her… yet.

He was rough with the working girl when he kneaded her breasts or nipped on her neck, but Cael could tell she liked it, and it wasn\'t merely a pretense. When—not too much time later—Cael sank into her, she was wet and ready, and eagerly met his powerful thrusts.

His first climax only blunted the edge of Cael\'s hunger. He wasn\'t afraid to blow his load inside her—all girls in "Tall Towers" took potions that rendered them temporarily infertile—but the second time he spilled on the woman\'s stomach, enjoying the feeling of claiming her this way.

He would do it with Ginevra one day, if she let him. But she would. Cael could already tell how passionate, sensual she was under her spiked armor. It was merely a matter of time.

After the second time, Cael was almost sated. Enough to leave now, if he wanted, or to just sleep off the pleasant exhaustion of sex—but when the whore came to him on her knees and showed what she could do with his mouth, he rose to the occasion again. The third time, though, was the last—but it earned the girl the generous tip for the hard work on another tip.

It was a nice evening. Cael didn\'t know how many such nice evenings he would get in the future.