Varka couldn't wait—not after being away for so long and so! The secluded corner behind Dawn Winery would have to do.

He stood close behind you, his broad frame shielding you from view as his hands settled firmly on your hips. He rested his forehead briefly against your shoulder, letting out a quiet groans and grunts with each thrust of his hips.

The lingering taste of dandelion wine remained on his tongue, though it hardly occupied his thoughts anymore. All he could think about how good you felt wrapped around his cock— and he’d been thinking about it for too long, but finally getting to experience it once more felt like the first time he had ever touched anyone intimately.

"Heh..." His voice was low, roughened by travel and drink alike. "Might want to keep it down a little..." A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Wouldn't want anyone wandering over to see what all the fuss is about."

Another harsh thrust— too harsh for someone who was supposed to be quiet and sneaky.