Silmaria finally remembered the dagger she’d snatched, tucked in the folds of her cloak. She gripped it tightly and plunged it into the man’s ches.... She could feel the tissue and flesh resisting against the dagger’s blade, then yielding, opening. She yanked the dagger out, then stabbed it home again. Then again. Her attacker fell back, sputtering and gurgling as his hands fumbled ineffectively for his sword. Silmaria surged up to follow him, driving him down to the ground, landing atop him once. Brenda inadvertently flexed her buns under the steamy strokes of the marsh nudging her piqued pussy into the slurping slough. The heavy, buttery resistance of the feeding earth seemed to feel so delicious upon her body. Then, she slowly began humping against the weight of the slimy soil. Brenda knew that it caused her to sink faster, but she couldn't contain herself.Yet the sinking woman was aware that she needed to escape the seductive death trap and she also knew that she didn't have the. Yes.... I just need time. Please, will you wait?"He sighed. "Yes. Of course I will."Her face blossomed into a beaming smile. "Oh pansy! Come here." Shestood up and hugged him tight so that he, still sitting, had his facepushed tight into her bosom. "You know" she said afterward, "it's funnyseeing you in boy mode." This is hardly boy mode." He tugged at his dressing gown which wasbrand new and decidedly feminine."But still... it's funny, I've got used to Juliette's figure." I'm getting dressed. But eventually it rose, and fierce. To be ridiculed in front of his companions by a foreigner, a woman no less! He jumped up, the furcate vein on his forehead visible. Behind him his chair tilted over and thumped onto the stone tiles. ‘Say that again, I dare you! Your kin is not welcome here, Dark Elf scum! Fine men have died for our cause, and their sacrifices are not to be soiled by the likes of you!’ ‘I would have expected such language in the gutters of Windhelm. Kynesgrove always stroke.