He stepped closer, crowding into her space until she was forced back against the stone washbasin, closing the gap until the head of his cock was knocking against her flat tummy.
"And why are you feeling so embarrassed now, Kira? Did you forget who was shouting for me to push deeper? Did you forget who was begging for me to keep going?"
Hearing this, she got even more embarrassed, the fierce Warchief's daughter reduced to a stuttering mess for a fraction of a second. "Aaaaahhhhh! Stop!" Kira cried out, her other hand flying up to try and cover his mouth, her eyes squeezed shut in a desperate attempt to block out the memory. "Stop talking about last night! That was... that was the dark! The ghosts were talking! I was... I was emotionally compromised!"
