Her survival depended on him, he vowed not to let her down. **** Night Wolf followed Red Claw as the older warrior exited the clearing, watching Prai...ie Flower leave in the opposite direction. He was infuriated by their conversation, but he knew he couldn’t allow his anger to get the better of him. It wouldn’t do Ione any good. He had to find her. Then a surge of betrayal ripped through his heart as Red Claw spoke of disposing of the ‘white bitch’ in hopes that Night Wolf might look upon. I opened the door, turned off the bathroom light and walked out. The lights were low, but I could still see. There was a naked man on each bed. The one closest to me was in his fifties, average height and weight, with white hair and beard.His friend was more than a decade younger. He had a paunch, but was also more muscular than his friend.I walked between the two beds so they could both get a look at me. I felt a hand on my thigh and another on my ass as they explored my body without saying a. She was skilled, almost as good as a priestess of Saphique. The dryad must have slept with hundreds of women, practicing her skills at pleasuring them.Leaves attacked my nipples again. I moaned, my back arching. Every bit of my body was on fire. My toes curled. The branch around my waist tightened, holding me against the tree. The bark caressed my back and asscheeks as the pleasure swelled through me."I'm being fucked by a tree and her Dryad!" I moaned in delight. "Slata's cunt, this is so. Lives full of such pain. How could sentient life tolerate its arbitrary contingency? If only humans could take the extra step and fully embrace the benefits of machine technology.She wasn't alone in the wreckage. Ahead of her was a smartly uniformed Colonel Vashti who was walking towards her. She didn't appear at all disconcerted by the sight of a naked woman. She appeared to be assessing the devastation with as much proprietary attention as Beatrice. The colonel strode right up to Beatrice and.