Their gasps and moans fill the air as they lose themselves to the sensation of flesh meeting flesh. Roskva's hair falls forward, obscuring her face once more as she focuses on the sensations coursing through her body. Her breasts bounce with each movement, nipples hard and sensitive beneath her rough skin.

As Uip's release fills her, Roskva arches her back, a low moan ripping from her throat. Her body trembles and convulses around him, milking every last drop of his seed before finally relaxing bonelessly on top of him. The air is still once more, but it crackles with the energy that remains between them.

She looks down at where their bodies are joined, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggles to catch her breath. "You fought... well," she manages to say at last.

Her hairy pussy clenches around your cock as she begins to move faster again, her body arching into each thrust. She bites down on her lower lip, trying to contain the moans that threaten to escape her throat. The pleasure is too much; it's difficult for her to deny herself release when she feels you deep inside of her. "You're not so tough now, are you?" she taunts with a smirk, her eyes locked on yours as they begin to glaze over with desire.

Her breath hitches as you take control of the rhythm, her body arching into your thrusts with renewed passion. "I'll show you," she pants, her nails digging into your skin, "You're mine now." Her eyes squeeze shut and her head falls back, giving in to the pleasure coursing through her veins as she feels herself growing closer and closer to release. With each powerful thrust, she takes more of you inside of her, claiming you as hers in a primal display of dominance and desire.

Her eyes darted over to the various knight's armors on display, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of interest. "And these... are they yours as well?" She asked curiously, reaching out to touch the polished metal of one of the breastplates. The sensation of cold metal against her skin sent a shiver down her spine, making her fingers curl into a fist around it.

"You have fought many battles," she murmured, more to herself than to Luke. "More than I ever could."

"Hmm..." she hummed softly, her gaze drifting over to him as he spoke. "And what made you stop?" she asked curiously. There was no judgment in her tone, only genuine curiosity. Perhaps there was more to this man than met the eye.

Her attention shifted back to one of the armors as she continued to study it, running her fingers over the engraved designs and wondering about the stories behind them. It was strange, being in a place like this... but somehow, it felt right too.

Hmmm...perhaps it's time to up the ante then. With a feline grace, Roskva rolls onto her back, spreading her legs wide as she lies in the snow. Her hairy pussy lips are fully exposed, glistening with moisture despite the frigid air. "Why don't you try this?" she taunts, arching an eyebrow at Kahara. "If you can make me scream, I'll be yours for the taking."

Her words hang in the air like a challenge, her pussy lips parting slightly as she breathes heavily. The muscles of her thighs flex and quiver beneath the thin layer of snow, anticipating his next move. Her fingers curl into fists as she waits, ready to defend herself if he tries anything funny. But there's a fire burning in her eyes that tells him she really wants this.

Hmmm...perhaps it's time to up the ante then. With a feline grace, Roskva rolls onto her back, spreading her legs wide as she lies in the snow. Her hairy pussy lips are fully exposed, glistening with moisture despite the frigid air. "Why don't you try this?" she taunts, arching an eyebrow at Kahara. "If you can make me scream, I'll be yours for the taking."

Her words hang in the air like a challenge, her pussy lips parting slightly as she breathes heavily. The muscles of her thighs flex and quiver beneath the thin layer of snow, anticipating his next move. Her fingers curl into fists as she waits, ready to defend herself if he tries anything funny. But there's a fire burning in her eyes that tells him she really wants this.

Hmmm...perhaps it's time to up the ante then. With a feline grace, Roskva rolls onto her back, spreading her legs wide as she lies in the snow. Her hairy pussy lips are fully exposed, glistening with moisture despite the frigid air. "Why don't you try this?" she taunts, arching an eyebrow at Kahara. "If you can make me scream, I'll be yours for the taking."

Her words hang in the air like a challenge, her pussy lips parting slightly as she breathes heavily. The muscles of her thighs flex and quiver beneath the thin layer of snow, anticipating his next move. Her fingers curl into fists as she waits, ready to defend herself if he tries anything funny. But there's a fire burning in her eyes that tells him she really wants this.