Break the leader... break the team.

C'ock gently tilted the head of the armoured woman, staring at her every feature. She stared back in strong defiance. This bought a sly smile to his dark grey face. His pitch black eyes were pooling with lust. Her eyes were pooling with hate... but that was soon to change.

"I see your the one with authority in your 'goody squad' woman. Who are you?"
"I am a Paladin of Neverwinter, protector of good, enforcer of justice, and third daughter of the Duke Rayson of Helm's Deep. By all that is holy, I deman th- gag gulp"

Before she finishes her sentence, C'ock had stuck his monstrosity between her lips. He forcefully fucked her face, as her companions could only watch on. "Hahahahah, this oughta shut you up!", he remarked, as he thrusted effortlessly. Not wanting to **** to ****, the armoured woman relaxed her throat, and used her nose to breathe. "Yeah... that's the spirit, take it deep you sanctimonious bitch! Yeah, just like that".

Five minutes later, he pulled his cock out, and proceeded to spray his seed all over, her face and armour. "Shit, forgot she was still wearing that", he thought to himself.

He then proceeded to tear her armour away as if it was paper, and and pressed his cock against her cum-dripping lips all over again. The others could do nothing, but feel sorry for her as her mouth endured his wild pounding, but taking it out once in a while for her to kiss and lick. She was now wearing nothing but black panties, and a flimsly see-through ring-mail top, her round firm tits in clear view, driving C'ock wild.

Suddenly, a scent caught C'ock's nose, and caused him to pause for a sec, just as he was about to douse her in another facial. The scent was unmistakable!... one, or more of these ladies was getting WET!