You don't have time to react.

"Enough of this!" the veteran snaps. "I didn't come here to watch you play games, Quintus. I don't like this business with stringing a kid out for the demons, but we made a bargain, and I'll stand by it. But I didn't agree to sit around and watch as you play at being a lord."

He grabs you, cupping a hand around your breast. "Now, I've got a mind to fuck this sweet little piece. Got a problem with that?"

There is a tense pause, and for a moment you hope that weapons will be drawn. Then Quintus laughs. "Of course, Lykaios. That's what they're here for, aren't they?" His leer makes you want to slap his cock face. "I told you I'd take care of everything - food, wine, and entertainment so you'd have something to do over the next few days. I just thought as we're all going to be rich as lords, it'd be good to practice. So by all means, go to it."

Clearly not really appeased by Quintus' attempt to placate him, the veteran Lykaios scowls and pushes you away from the mattress and up against a wall a dozen feet away. You sense that Quintus's acceptance is feigned, and that by challenging his authority, Lykaios has made a vicious enemy. From the veteran's expression, you guess he knows it too.

He bunches up your skirt and kisses you roughly, his breath smelling of wine. Then, to your surprise, his fingers begin playing with your pussy and nipples. Foreplay was the last thing you'd expect from one of these thugs and, given the dagger still nestled in your pussy, the last thing you want.

The others also seem to think this is incongruous. The third guard, the one you had named "Quiet guy" snickers. "There goes Lykaios, the great louv-ver." he drawls mockingly.

"Well, Damian," the veteran replies, "we can't all be blessed with your inability to tell the difference between women and sheep. I like my bitches randy."

Damian snickers again. "Well, guess I'll see if this one is bitch or sheep." He grabs Frey by the hair and pulls her forward, moving to thrust into her. You feel an irrational surge of jealousy. Pitying spoiled rich girls, feeling jealous over a whore getting fucked, what's happening to you today?

Lykaios' quite skilled at pleasuring women, and not actually that bad looking under the scars. If things had been different, you reflect idly, you probably wouldn't turn him down. Then, to your horror, you realize that you're getting wet. Your muscles instinctively clench to try and hold the dagger in. But that isn't enough to deter him, and he slips his fingers into you. You can feel the exact moment his probing finger-tips touch the dagger. You brace yourself for his angry response.

To your surprise, he just smiles and winks. He slides the dagger out of your slick channel and tosses it away, quietly so his companions don't notice.

"I thought there was something special about you," he whispers. "I guess some kids think fucking a sweet noble virgin is the ultimate trill, especially if you can make her break down and beg to be used - not that that limp-dick Quintus will manage that. But for me, there's nothing like fire in a girl's belly to heat my cock."

He gives you an almost friendly grin. You wonder if you can find a way to make him an ally. Of course, seducing him will be difficult, given that he and his friends are about to take what they want anyway.