Allisa goes off on her own

Allisa felted her eyes start to twitch uncontrollably in righteous fury, as Chet's wandering hand subtlety tried to side down her backside. Roland the oblivious idiot that he was, didn't seem to notice at all his female companion was getting groped right in front of him as he descended into a monologuing tirade about why she shouldn't have left camp. However the soldiers accompanying Roland, Allisa could easily tell by the blushes on their faces and their either averted eyes or their subtle erections under their clothes, were fully aware.

'I wonder' that strangely familiar voice in the back of her mind remarked. 'If Chet bent you over and had his way with you, would that idiot hero even notice?' the voice teasingly asked.

However, it appears Chet was not just satisfied with getting just a handful of Allisa pump cheeks. As his fingers slowly slid down elf's trousers, his dirty and rough fingers reaching pass Allisa's little bum hole to reach her moist little quim.

The usually composed and stoic Allisa, was bright red and squirming as she attempted to subtly remove the scoundrel's hand, to little success. Chet's finger rubbed and trace the lips of her womanhood. Allisa glanced at the still talking Roland, oblivious about the situation he was in. At least the soldiers accompanying him have turned their backs towards them, keeping an eye on their surroundings.

"Eeep!" Allisa squealed, as Chet slipped a finger inside the elf princess's virgin hole. His course dirty finger slowly slipping past her reconstructed hymen and was about to penetrate deeper.

But with a restrained sense of frustration, Allisa explosively rammed her elbow into the scoundrel's face before turning away from Roland. With a frustrated strided, she departed away from the group, her staff in hand. Uncaring to suffer in silent and persevere through the desires of the scoundrel Chet.

"I'll make my own way back!" She shouted. "Take that scoundrel back with you!"