Friendly voices from the far side of the door

With a grunt of pleasure you ease out of Aleejah's tight pussy spilling a pool of cum onto the floor as you do. The black skin shows no signs of distress from how thin it had been stretched and you wondered what, if anything, could pierce this magical armor. The well fucked girl under you doesn't want this moment to end, you have to pry the girl's ankles from around your neck before pulling free of her embrace.

"By the Waters of Jai-lia," exclaims Aleejah when she finally releases you and collapses back on the couch, "I needed that so much." Sensing your confusion she explains. "Hecktor wouldn't let any of the mercenaries in, none of them took the time to soften him up like you did and so none of them got to fuck me." The teen bites her lower lip in a pretty pout "For almost a week now I've had to watch all these other bitches get reamed in every way imaginable while all I could do was finger myself." She gracefully traces one finger down between her breasts over her lean belly and into the gap between her thighs watching you the whole time. It's enough to make your cock twitch, but before you get a chance to use her or one of the other slaves again you hear voices from the far side of the locked door.

You have just enough time to climb to your feet and pick up the axe when to your immense relief you recognize your sergeant's distinctive bellow as he demands to know who's in here. It takes a minute to open the door and several more minutes to explain how you got here and who all the lovely women were, but in time it becomes clear. To your surprise the few remaining men of the troop are willing to accept your story, accrediting their success with storming the tower to your attack from the rear and the distraction it caused. Perhaps it was true that our actions had proved decisive, perhaps it was the knowledge that they had survived the storming of the walls that so many others had not, maybe it was the room filled with food, wine and pretty slavegirls or most likely it was the fact that all their officers had been killed but the small number of men seem happy to follow your lead.

Even the sergeant, who had twenty years of experience, looks to you for direction; happily assigning soldiers to guard the tower above when you suggest that someone should be watching your back.