Ander 'protects' Zeffa's back.

With a rather unceremonious toss, Ander rolls Zeffa onto the small bed. Not giving the arrogant sorceress much time to react, Ander hops on the bed after her, straddling her hips. He leans in over her, pressing her down on the bed.

"Get your hands off of me!" Zeffa exclaims as she struggles to get out from underneath Ander.

With a chuckle, Ander leans in and asks, "Is this what happens when I don't keep them off of you? They toss you around like a plaything? If you need me watching your back, maybe I should see just what it looks like?"

With a twist and pull, Ander starts forcing the top of Zeffa's robes down, revealing the bare skin of her back, and entangling her arms in the folds of her robes. Keeping her in the submissive position, he runs one hand against her bare skin.

"Unhand me you brute!" Zeffa exclaims once more. "Is this all you wanted? To manhandle me like some common whore? You don't know the first thing about pleasuring a real woman!" She tries twisting and squirming around underneath Ander, but it has little effect, other than rubbing her still clothed ass against his crotch. The effect, however, is rather immediate, as his hardon starts to rub back against her. He leans in a little closer, pressing his hardon against her ass as he keeps pinning her to the bed.

"Maybe if you were a real woman, you'd know something about getting pleasured. Still, even a bitch like you needs someone to watch their back now and then. Or was that backside?" He pulls up on Zeffa's robes, uncovering her legs, and then her ass. It seems like the sorceress really wasn't one to wear much underneath her robes. Leaning back into her, Ander's hardon rubs once more against her now bare ass. "Nice backside. I think I'd like keeping watch over it."