“Fuck me, Percy,” Gwen said, shuddering as he buried his member fully inside her. The head bumped against the very back of her channel, the thick shaft dragging across her clit. After savoring the sensation for a wonderful moment, she dug her heels into the firm cheeks of his ass, spurring him on. Her husband got the message, starting to fuck her long and hard, sliding his shaft out of her almost to the tip before ramming it home.

That familiar sensation built inside her again, rising higher than ever with every thrust. She felt her hips rolling in time with his, looking for just the right angle that would send her spiraling out of control. Groaning, eyes squeezed shut in delight, she ran her fingers through the tawny hair she so adored. Her hands paused in confusion, feeling short, silky strands where there had always been long, curly locks before.

“Percy?” she asked, looking up at her lover. Bright blue eyes burned back at her instead of her husband’s pale green. An unnatural light burned in those eyes as they stared down at her. They were set in a face so dark it looked like a mask of obsidian. She couldn’t make out any features in the gloom of the bedchamber, but it was bright enough to know this wasn’t Lord Percival. Yet, whoever it was, she didn’t want him to stop what he was doing.