Pulling back for a moment, I stroked her thighs and hips with an eager hand. Leaning back, I took her hand gently and guided it to my crotch, now tent...like in anticipation. She giggled, grasped me through my jeans, enjoying herself. Not caring if she understood my next words, I leaned in to whisper that I was going to stuff that hot mouth of her with my throbbing dick.She must have caught the gist of what I said; her mouth widened in surprise, but she stifled a girlish laugh with her hand.. "He ain't gonna make it."I went back to strip the dead while George shot the injured horse and looked through the moaning officer's saddle bags. I did not find anything worth keeping, but George found a fat folder of papers we were sure Captain Foster was going to like, lists and lists of the names of cooperative Tories.The damaged officer, a fair-haired lieutenant roused himself and cursed a bit. He sat up and coughed out some blood and mucous."Let's jus' shoot him." George said.I made a sling. There was enough space for a desk at which Paolo could sit and a narrow bed that could accommodate him and one of the Ninth Army's Official Concubines. For a senior prostitute who might, on an average day, have sex with seven or eight of the ship's officers, this was opulence indeed. Only Revolutionary Officers and senior military staff had the luxury of yet more spacious accommodation. They also had access to more ethnically pure and erotically enhanced concubines than Paolo would ever be. "Who speaks the name of Vornil after all these empty eons? No call has come from Tarag since the Ending." I am the one called Eldred, apprentice sorcerer of the Great Guild of Tarag. I command your aid in battle against the enemy who has cast me away to this place. Yet this is surely Tarag, or I must doubt the evidence of my senses." This is Tarag, or rather it was. I know not why I bother to answer. The Guild is perished. The Sorcerer's Oath is long since broken and your pentacle has no power.