Krah couldn't even put together in words how much that turned him on. He had always dreamed about deflowing the sacred, virgin women of Ansgar-
Never thought he'd have the chance.
He did whimper this time, and swore he could have came in his pants.
"Gods name," he moaned, kissing her roughly, then sweetly, his free hand smoothing up and down her leg. He wouldn't stop kissing her, lips locking, tongue rolling as he grunted and stumbled over undoing his pants. The damn armor was so cumbersome, but he was vigilant and finally, after a short struggle, he breathed with relief through a kiss.
His dick was throbbing in its release, and though he was a man known throughout Connlaoth for being 'beyond well endowed'; Sunniva would be able to feel the truth of it as it's mass, it's girth slowly slipped to stroke between her leg, as one finger lifted up her pants and he stroked her, moaning and feeling her slickness, and stroked.
"Let.. let me know when you want it.. Gods.." he panted through needed breath.