Please read chapters 1 – 10 first if you have not done so. This is not a stand-alone story. Link to other chapters in comments.
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## Eleven
“You haven’t forgotten that you promised me a pass to Castle Hill, have you?” Irese said smiling up at Jarl.
The prince was wearing a wide smile and nothing else. His clothes lay discarded over the entire room.
“Ah. Yes. Well, I had forgotten. But I will get that for you by next week. I promise,” Jarl said picking up one sock.
“You better. I was good to you tonight, weren’t I?”
“You were indeed,” Jarl laughed.
Sigrid stood over by one wall and looked at the two of them. She could not get the image of Jarl pushing his member in and out of Irese’s tight hole out of her mind and she was still soaking wet and had had no release all night. It was driving her near insane. All of a sudden, they were heading out. Sigrid didn’t even remember saying goodbye to Irese. They headed down Parchent, the revelry had subsided slightly, but the streets were still fairly full. People with horrible masks were running back and forth shouting loudly and Sigrid almost stabbed one of them reflexively as he or she jumped up towards her.