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She felt her knife sink deep in the first man's belly. She twisted, and he screamed.
"What the hell?" the other man said, and when she twisted her body over the table he also yelled in pain "My cock!"
She came to sit front to front with him, the injured member still buried inside her. She flipped the dagger on her hand, and slashed his throat open. The man stumbled one, two steps back, and he started to cum, for the last time in his miserable life.

She didn't leave the first to suffer, she gave him a clean ****. She didn't feel sorry for them, but neither did she feel anger. The hollowness inside her heart was actually frightening, far more than ****, or even the prospect of getting pregnant from these two.

She went upstairs, and got a sturdy dress for herself. She looked through the window, and was surprised to see ice and snow. Did her pack attack without her command?

"Of course, they must have heard my howling and though I was calling for them" The pack of monstrous wolves were a far more terrible **** than lazy, corrupt soldiers, who were only expecting to meet terrified peasants.

She stepped outside, just in time to stop a stupid peasant from attacking their saviors. "Just tell me where these soldiers were based, we are going after them".

Liandra though that would be it, but some of the villagers surprised her. A handful of gals and lads took fallen weapons and said "if these wolves are yours, then you saved us, stranger. If you are going to fight for us, than we want to help" They weren't much, poorly fed wretches that they were, but Liandra did see a certain light in their eyes that appealed to her.