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Jeritza’s calloused hands gripped Edelgard’s smooth hips, guiding her movements as she worked herself up and down atop him. Pale hair hung forward over her shoulders, obscuring her breasts between her locks and causing her pink nipples to appear and vanish again with each lustful moment. He held a breath as his desire rose, feeling her soft insides stroking and massaging his cock, the sensation threatening to overwhelm him. He fought down the desire to grab her and slam her down, finishing them both in sudden magnificent, violence. Jeritza was her sword in pleasure as in battle. He would wait.

Edelgard knew there were only two ways to end things when she saw the blood fever start to come over Jeritza. 

The moment she was certain there was no longer anyone watching them the comparatively tiny woman used her considerable strength to force the Death Knight against the wall. 

His rage focused immediately on her, but she was too quick for him, her fingers darting to the laces of his pants. He looked down at her, hesitated. The fury diminished–slightly– as he understood.

The emperor of Adrestia knelt in front of him; he gripped her hair tightly between his fingers.