A/N: This is more graphic than previous chapters. Proceed at your own peril. ;)

He plucks a few notes on the lute, coughs, "Messere", waves his hand in an elaborate salute before folding into a deep bow. Lying on her belly, arms folded under her chin she giggles up at him, "You idiot."
"Messere! I am hurt!" He pushes his bottom lip and tries to pout, fails, then clutches at his heart, "Cruel maiden to treat a lowly player so."
"Stop stalling" she calls out with a grin, bare legs kicking idly in the air. With a deep breath he launches enthusiastically into a song, she, however is distracted by the view. The fire illuminates him from behind, his body hair surrounds him in a fuzzy orange light. Picking notes at random the song builds to a climax and she can feel the laughter rumbling, he looks over to her and it's too much, he's so serious when he sings. She beams up to him as he strums loudly and brings the song to an end, his voice cracking on the high final note. She claps and whistles from the bed as he bows to her, bows to the wall, bows to the window. Her laugher bursts forth as he does a final deep bow to the door and peeks at her from between his legs, winking.
"Get over here,"
"Why Messere, I wouldn't dream of such a thing!" She raises an eyebrow at him, and he crosses his arms, lute discarded on the floor with a dull twang, his head tipped to the side in mock disgust.
She rolls lazily onto her back, her hair spilling over the end of the bed, and her knees folded against each other. She stretches out her arms towards him, and her fingertips brush his hip.
"I'm afraid I have no coin, I'll have to think of some other way to pay my player."
"Oh?" he purrs, his eyes alert, darting across her body, the gentle softness of her stomach leading to a nest of light brown curls, the lines of her thighs pressed close together, the flexing in her arms as she gently tickles his hip.
"I know it's terribly inconvenient, but I just can't reach you from here." He takes a half a step closer. "Hmmmm, no good, still can't quite reach." Another half a step.
Already he's starting to swell as she looks up at him and draws her hands up his thighs, reaching over to take hold of him, her hand curling over the top of his cock to cup his balls with her fingers.
With a gentle guiding pressure she gives the tip a chaste kiss before licking her lips and pressing him against her tongue and top lip. She holds him still as he looks down at her, and with a wink she extends her tongue and presses it against his shaft, drawing it slowly back up to her lips to wet it again. She pushes herself up slightly to take his tip into her mouth as she gently draws him in and down to her. She closes her eyes, focusing on the feeling, the sensation as he swells and fills, taught with want and suddenly unwieldy from her position.
She looks up at him, their eyes meet and she's smiling, kissing him up and down. She rolls back onto her belly, pressing her elbows into the bed so she can meet him. Hungrily she licks her palm and loosely holds his shaft as she presses his cock through her wet lips, bringing her mouth down to her thumb and forefinger to create enough friction and pressure to draw a short gasp from him, satisfied, she begins to move her mouth and hand together, her hand running up and down, his swollen tip pressed through her lips into the embrace of a soft moving tongue. From her belly she can no longer see his face, but she can hear the catches in his breath as they move together, building the speed between them, unable to tell who's leading, she hears the drapes snap taught as he grabs onto them for support. He moans loudly, words struggling to come to him as she increases her speed, increases her grip. Her whole body is aching for him, her hips rocking into the bed in time with his urgent thrusts as she reaches with her other hand and cups his balls before gently squeezing and teasing them until she can grip loosely and pull down, his own rhythm making them tug as his breath catches and he lets out a long moan. And suddenly she knows he's almost there, his tip flares and it's too much, jerkily he gasps and shudders, words now forming mutterings of love, her mouth filled with his seed. She rolls, twisting and stretching onto her back again, grinning, as he beams down at her, and he brushes her hair behind her ears.