Talk! All talk! It is repugnant to hear tales of Eirika's slender, lithe petite frame spread lazily upon the blanketed ground under our caravan's tent, the soft curling of the grass pressing the heavy cotton as a mattress into the swimming arch of her back. Her twisting motion at the waist, rolling onto those milky and delicious hips, gently lifting the satin lining of her skirt to reveal she has been anticipating my arrival for quite some time. It is abhorrent to think about how in my haste upon seeing her lustful excitement I would stumble out of my light riding armor, missing the moment she pressed her body off the ground to her gentle kneeling stance, crawling towards my faltering balance act and my erect weapon. That she would, without hesitation, lock her luscious lips about the head of me swollen glans, lapping up the obvious pleasure I had hoped for when coming to our shared room, her soft small delicate hands drawing the skin of my member forward and back, the seal of her mouth completely locked but slipping. Her exuberance to have my first ejaculate, knowing half a dozen more were prepared for the long night ahead showing its childish prankishness is just terrible! That I would cum so fast, only as a means of keeping her satiated and to collect my mind is so evil and infernal that I would NEVER give such obvious lies any credence!! A malignant rumor with no shred of decency!
Ah! Look at the time! I'm afraid I have tasks to complete in the living quarters of the castle, so I'll be off in search of my noble little sister now!