“Max, I said you could take off the armor…” Lakuu sighed, trying to keep her balance against his somewhat clumsy thrusts. “Squire! Does thou not remember the previous ages in which I had removed my raiment? Nay! I shall stay suited! For Doloria!”
The Highlord rubbed her head, a tinge of frustration washed over her. Maximilian’s constant pinning over the goblin, Doloria, had caused confusion and anger among the Order. She felt a nice retreat and a proper night with a beautiful woman would help him refocus, but so far all she has gotten is a headache and some very unsatisfying sex.
“Listen, I took pity on you in Un’Goro seasons past, and I invited you to join the Silver Hand because you are oddly resilient. But…” She continued, looking back to see Max staring upward and away from her, “Are you even listening to me!?”
Maximilian collected himself, “Yes, Squire? I apologize, for I can not focus on our cardio training while my heart sings, my blood surging like a rainbow over the hills of Redridge! That feeling of pleasure in my loins bursting like the head of a dragon!”
“Max, that’s because you are fucking me…”
“Oh ho ho, such naivety! You have so much to learn about love, Squire. We shall work on your chivalry once thou returns us to the demonic shores! Now listen! I will hum for us, my finest opus, Doloria The Grand and Beutiful, Shine of my Heart and Heart of my Sun, ….Section 3… HmmmmMMMMmmmmMMMM!
“Oh, for fucks sake… Light, let’s get this over with…”