Just like you planned!

They may have several years and pounds on you, but you're young, fit, and full of fight built up over the last 24 hours of frustration and you're more than happy to have these thugs to take it out on. The ringleader never even sees you coming - as soon as the others even notice you've walked up behind him, you've brought the hilt of your sword down against his head and knocked him right over.

The one to your left makes a grab for you, but a quick slash of your sword takes care of his belt and drops his trousers right around his ankles. While he struggles to retain his balance AND what's left of his dignity, you turn to the right only to find out that in the flare-up the blond has smashed the remaining would-be **** in the balls. He stands triumphantly over him for a few moments, then grabs you by the hand the instant you've sheathed your sword.

"Thank you!" he says brightly, his blue eyes sparkling with unshed tears. "You came along just in time--"

You can smell the booze all over the lot of them. This wasn't quite the fight you expected, but still - it couldn't have gone better.

"You MUST let me thank you," the blond continues, an eager, hungry look in his eyes. He's noticed your sizable erection, and while the drunkards were not welcome apparent you most definitely are.

"Come, my village isn't far," he says insistently, still holding your hand and starting his way up the path with renewed vigor while the defeated and dejected thugs stumble their way back to the main road.

When you're certain the other men won't be a problem, you spin the blonde around and pull him close to you, grinding your hardness against him, your lips teasingly close to his own. "Why wait?"