Sunniva gave a soft cry of surprise, breath hitching. She worked at the ties of her clothing, feeling too clothed, too confined, too hot. Why was this a thing? Once she was sufficiently undressed, her clothing pushed into a pile above her head, hair a red mess, the sheer chemise the only article of clothing left she had on.
"Ah!" Was a little squeak, back arching, breasts bouncing. Luckily for Krah, Sunniva had a lovely singing voice because it wasn't long before she was giving cries of pleasure unable to hold them back. There was no existence without a foot radius of them, her fingers dug into his hair, and she ground herself up against him, seeking more of the sinful pleasure.
"No," she panted, "You- ah- you have to stop," she was simply stating rules, she didn't want him to, "I'm a Lily," another panting sob, another grind of her hips, "I can't do this. Oh god. Please, I'm going to --" She choked on the words before she came with a sharp cry, back arched, legs spread wantonly, hands having moved from his head to squeeze her breasts, nipples hard little beads between her fingers, while aftershocks kept her twitching on the floor.
This was absolutely not what she'd saved him for.
Perhaps one day she'd be able to appreciate the side benefit of it though.
For now though, she could remain panting on the ground.