Captive or complicit?

Faced with an impossible choice, with time against her, does Lavorra accept Lorkan’s bargain, and help the bandits?

_Yes/No (Even) - [4, 5] Yes_

Lavorra’ petite face burns with shame. Has she really been so long in the convent that she’s completely lost her edge? The humiliation of defeat is almost as strong as the threat of the fate before her.

A series of sickening images cannot help but flash before her eyes, as she stares up at the three men, unable to hide the fear in her expressive emerald eyes.

On her back, legs **** in the air by powerful arms, a throbbing member filling her womb with seed.

On her hands and knees, a faceless, muscled figure at either end, pushing and pulling her back and forth, impaled on their rods like a pig on a spit.

On her knees, her mouth wrapped around Lorkan’s thick tanned cock, lips smacking softly as she -

Stop that!

Did she enjoy that last one?

“Fine.” She breathes. “Fine, I’ll help you gather the gold you need. But I won’t kill for you, I’ll not spill innocent blood.”

Perhaps that will be enough of a condition to save the sanctity of her Holy Oath.

Melira I’m coming. Even if I have to sin to save you. It’s worth it, right? The Matron understands. Oh, please Holy Mother know my soul.

She bites back a sob, and tries her best to compose herself, glowering fiercely.

“If it goes right, you won’t have to.” Lorkan nods, and he truly seems to mean it.