A wicked grin twisted Xena's lips, her body shuddering with excitement. "Commander… he's watching… he's… he's watching us…" she gasped, her voice a breathless, teasing whisper.
"Then let him witness what he can never have," Lyan growled, his voice a dark, commanding rumble. His grip tightened on her hips, and with a sudden, powerful thrust, he drove himself deeper into her, filling her with such force that a wild, desperate scream ripped from her lips.
"AAAAHHHHHHH! LYAAANNN…! TOO DEEP…! AHHH… IT'S… IT'S TOO… AHHH…!" Xena's head snapped back, her fiery orange hair a wild halo, her entire body quaking in his grasp. But the sight of the spy's horrified, fascinated stare only seemed to stoke her wild desire.
Lyan's strong arms tightened around her, his hips slamming into hers, each thrust a powerful, relentless force. The wet, heated sound of their bodies colliding filled the cellar, each slap of flesh against flesh a loud, rhythmic echo.
"SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!"
