Her breasts swelled with the rise of her chest, slightly drooped, areola mischievously dark. With the towel d****d the way it was, she could have been...posing for an artist, but instead she had now become my plaything, perhaps our plaything.“What are you thinking?” I asked Cee as she lit a cigarette.“I’m thinking it is time I went back to my room if I was sober enough!”“No you don’t. The night is still young.”She looked sideways at me. “I don’t know what you are thinking, but I’m not going. I heard a scream and saw one of the bandits had gotten the carriage door open and was trying to drag out one of the passengers. I didn't have a clear because he was on the other side of the carriage. I dropped down and fired underneath the carriage putting a bold through his ankle.“Ventus.” A voice yelled from inside and he went flying from a gust of wind. Guess he picked the wrong carriage to try and rob.I turned and saw a rider running at me full speed with a sword. He barely missed as I dove. And you didn’t give me permission did you? So let’s call this what it is, eh? Rape. You’re being raped, taken, fucked just because you’re a hole and you got yourself into something you couldn’t handle.?He worked himself up to the edge of coming, but pulled all the way and let himself calm down.?But, you do have another hole don’t you? And you don’t want to let anyone in there do you??He lifted her up, twisting and rolling her over. This was a hard position, her face in the sheets, her arms. I arched my back and he grunted. But I’ve never liked having my hair pulled. So, I rolled my top to the left so it forced him off balance. He moved his left hand onto the bed, still having my hair in his grasp, and paused. I shifted and he pushed himself up, sliding out of me. I shifted so that I was on my hands and knees, kneeling in front of him. He didn’t move his hands as I stuck out my tongue and moved his tip onto my lips. He watched me and I moved his tip along my lips. His cock.