131 Don't Fight

Sibyl’s POV

"He lied to me. I have s.ex with him, but he didn't bring me back." Selene's eyes were red with tears.

I held her and patted her on the back. "It's okay, you're back now. No one can make you do anything."

"You don't have to be so pessimistic. You haven't lost anything. He's physically strong, he's got great s.ex skills, and you're having fun, aren't you?" Laughs Lowa, "A lot of women have never had such great s.ex in their lives. Just think of him as a sexual partner. And he's free."

Lowa raised an eyebrow at Selene.

Selene blushed, looked down, and stopped crying.

"So, what's your plan? How did you get out?" Asked Lowa curiously.

"I..." Selene's face reddened. "I pretended to be submissive and he let his guard down. Then at the ceremony of the old king's funeral, I took a drink and pretended to be drunk. Beowulf asked the maid to take me back to rest while he continued the ritual. It was a crowded day, and I took the opportunity to slip away and hide in a farmer's cart ca