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?

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.

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.