Inside the carriage, two knights sit huddled together. They turn to look at you as you enter, their eyes widening in surprise and a hint of fear. One of them, younger than the other, stammers out an apology before coughing awkwardly into his hand.
"It's not your fault, lad," the older knight says reassuringly, patting him on the shoulder. "We didn't expect such a well-coordinated ambush...
"its fine" i heal them and close the carriage door.
As you focus your energies on healing the injured knights, their wounds begin to mend before your eyes. The younger one's leg knits back together swiftly, while the older one's ribs pop back into place with a click. They both gasp as they feel their injuries fade away, looking at each other in shock and disbelief.
"My lady," the elder knight says, his voice barely above a whisper, "I... I don't know what to say..." Tears well up in his eyes. "
Makoto's words are like balm on your wounded pride, and the gentle touch of his hand sends shockwaves of desire coursing through your veins. You find yourself leaning into him, craving more contact despite the inappropriateness of the situation. His scent is intoxicating, a mixture of leather armor and masculine musk that fills your senses.
His lips brush against your ear as he whispers, "Perhaps we could explore this feeling... once we've reached Turken?
- What.. What's... What does he mean... He and I as a couple and in secret... this is immoral.. So why do I want to answer in the affirmative... This Makoto is Nemesis on my luminous path... * "Let's go home. I'm tired..." I say, with authority, unable to hide my embarrassment...
Makoto nods understandingly as he steps back, giving you some space. "Of course, Princess Aelyna. I apologize if my words or actions have made you uncomfortable." His tone is sincere and respectful, but there's a hint of disappointment in his voice that you can't quite ignore.
The rest of the day passes . Your mind is filled with conflicting thoughts about Makoto;
he growls, straddling your body with his thighs. "Let's see what you can do for us." He grabs your hair roughly and forces your head back, exposing your neck to him. Then he leans down, placing a wet, slobbering kiss on the tender skin there.
As he begins to grind his hips against yours, the other bandits circle around you, jeering and laughing.
(Continue)
As the leader of the bandits continues to assault your body, Sonja's fists clench and unclench at her sides. She wants nothing more than to charge forward and defend you, but she knows that would be suicide; there are too many of them. Instead, she watches helplessly as the bandits take turns violating you, their rough hands and even rougher bodies pummeling your soft flesh into submission.