As the resident of the Quarters that the trio had commandeered for their illicit activities, Zayda did not waste time standing behind the closed door and pushed it open to be instantly swarmed with the 'sweet' musky scent that always accompanied the scene she had walked in on.
Thanks to her sensitive nose, she could pick the scent apart. She could deduce that it belonged to two females and the third, manly scent, was the most overpowering and most ensnaring of them all.
The atmosphere in the room was chilly but it was an unnatural chill. One that was not carried around by energy (Spiritual or Eldritch) but rather permeated the entire region with a powerful aura that was a testament to the man who made it so.
Speaking of which,
Zayda's eyes found Evian soon enough. The room was much too small for this to have been a challenge. He had Ember against the wall, his hard muscular ass moving back and forth slowly, sensually while Ember moaned along and urged him to continue. Like that was ever in doubt.
Evian had both of Ember's hands in his hold and had them pressed to the wall, his tongue out and licking at the dew of sweat that dropped down the side of her face and onto her neck.
The way Evian licked, the way he reveled in what Zayda assumed was a salty taste, and the way his body shook slightly but undoubtedly noticeably as he craved more of that deliciousness —more of the control and pleasure he was gleaning from it all— captivated Zayda's attention.
At that moment, the slight and perfectly manageable hot-headedness she had come into the room with melted away slowly. Her lust remained though. It got even stronger.
She might have been introduced to the world of intercourse and enjoyed it greatly but she remained a Voyeur at heart and would not pass up the opportunity to glean a good show.
She would bid her time for her turn, after all, she would not be a good observer if she interfered now, would she?
She grabbed one of the buckles that held her battle attire closed and snapped it open. What she had on, was a gown-like outer clothing with slits on both sides to allow the free movement of her pant-covered legs.
The pants were tight and had the gown-like outer clothing not been present, everyone so far would have been privy to how well it shaped her ass -causing it to jolt out in a manner that was bound to cause salivation.
That said, it would have been impossible for her to wrap up her hefty boobs and she had not tried. Cleavage was not shown but no male Knight would have been able to keep from staring had the situation not been tense with all forces marshalled to launch an attack against the enemy beyond the fort walls.
Anyway, Zayda snapped open all five buckles and her upper garment fell over to reveal a wide sash that tries its best to keep her tits in place. Her taut stomach, flat and almost showcasing abdominal muscles in accordance to the all-physical Knight that she was, was out for viewing.
Zayda pulled on the sash over her breasts once and it fell away. She grabbed one of her tits and squeezed. The flesh spilled out of the gap between her fingers but besides further adjustments, that did not hinder her fondling.
And not a moment too soon because, as her tongue went ahead to tickle the inside of Evian's ear, her ass descended with an aggressive *PAH* sound as her self-control reached its limit and her entire body froze and then began to spasm.
Her mouth left Evian's as her hand gripped his back hard and she opened her mouth in a scream that seemed stuck in the back of her throat.
Evian now had his hands on her waist, holding her down where she was as his sack went taut as the stream traveled from his hefty balls, up the stem of his rod and spewed into Ember's insides.
Meanwhile, Zayda had been so locked into her voyeurism that she found herself in tune with the two and so when they both came, of course, she doused her fingers with her juices.
The sensation of her self-gratification had been so intense that her legs could not keep her up and she went down, slumped on the ground, her palm pressing against her clit to ride out her climax.
She saw black as her vision failed her. Before she realized it, her eyes were closing.
Zayda had no idea how long her eyes were closed but she knew what pulled her out of her 'slumber'; It was Footsteps. Evian's footsteps to be precise.
*THUD*
*THUD*
*THUD*
The footsteps sounded so heavy that it jolted Zayda and when she opened her eyes, she half expected a giant to be approaching her but it was Evian. The same height as always.
His 'unnaturally' handsome face gleamed with perspiration and his juice-gleaning rod was in a half flaccid state as though waiting for her touch. Zayda liked that. Made her feel special.
Evian was still about five paces away and his steps continued to thud heavily. If only she knew she was the only one who could hear the Thuds.
With every thud, Zayda's heart skipped a beat and when Evian was a step away, she rearranged herself on the room floor and got on her knees properly, eyes alight with anticipation...
... An Anticipation Evian was more than ready to sate.