He ordered me to take off my tight blue skirt.I begged him not to fuck my pussy; I was ovulating on those days.But he did not want to hear my pleas; H... just wanted to fuck me.The bastard finally grabbed my skirt and ripped it off from my body. He smiled at the sight of my tiny white cotton thong; it barely covered my shaven labia. He pushed me back on the couch.The man smiled again, seeing my thong was already damp. He told me I was a slutty wet cunt. Then he slid between my thighs and parted. Of course. Women and children. The families of these wild horsemen. She was surprised at the women and the men. The men were not the brutes that she thought. They seemed to genuinely care for their wives and children. The wives of the Scythe saw themselves as the valued members of a tribe rather than as slaves. They cared for their men and loved them. The sight of a woman happily embracing her male lover returning from battle brought dread into the heart of Tecmessa. The young Amazon had been. The undead were distracted, eating the three large men, so I used [Stealth], and quietly, but triumphantly, left the [Dungeon].I thought my troubles were over, but the [Adventurers Guild] wouldn’t accept me, and the local [Thieves Guild] gave me quite a scar when I tried to join them. No one wanted a [Rogue] with low agility.After I spending two weeks blindly following the adventuring group I ‘joined’ as they traveled to Gravestead, I didn’t have so much as a general idea how to get back home.. Seconds later, she could see Jace’s fractured form approaching her through the ornate glass work of the door. It opened and there stood Jace, Annie had to tilted her head up to meet his deep brown eyes not failing to notice that he had neglected a shirt. “Did you bring the food?” he asked, a grin playing across his face. “I’m great. Thanks for asking, derp,” quipped Annie, trying to slip past him out of the oppressive heat. However, he blocked most of the doorway forcing her arm up against.