The door starts to open

Dante heard a noise. It was the front door to the house beginning to open. Jenna was still in a sexual fog, sprawled on the table, her wet cunt hanging open, and did not hear the latch start to move. Dante moved back and pulled his trousers up, moving towards his sword in a flash, not chancing that whoever was coming through the door would be friendly, and it was well that he did. The door exploded inward and a form rolled headlong into the room and came up in a fighting stance. Dante moved his sword to a defense position and looked upon his foe. He was startled to see that it was a woman, a woman who looked very much like the comely lass Jenna whose carnal pleasures he had just enjoyed.

The girl spoke, “You bastard, prepare to die. You come in my house and **** my sister and kill my father right under my nose.”

Dante moved to speak but Jenna finally roused herself and spoke, “Robin you have it all wrong. He does not **** me, but makes love to me instead. Our father is merely rendered **** so my lover and I might enjoy some privacy, privacy that you have violated.”

Robin looked upon her formerly virginal sister and yelled back, “You are a fool sister, he is a **** with a silver tongue and he looks only to violate you and then be on his way. You are but a dupe in his plans and he will leave you pregnant and alone.”

Dante moved to defend himself, the fact that Robin was correct did not dissuade him from trying to talk his way out of it, “Good woman you misrepresent my intentions. Your lovely sister has swept me, a lonely traveler, off of his feet and I am in awe of her beauty and grace. If we could but put down our swords and converse in peace you will see my intentions are true. I have no wish to harm you and we could be friends if you would but listen.”

“You are a viper, put down your sword and we shall go before the magistrate and he shall hear if what you say is true or not. I am sure my father, when he regains his senses, will have an opinion on the matter.”

Dante knew he was fast running out of options and he issued a challenge, “Woman I will not disarm myself in front of you. I will issue this challenge, fight me and if you win, should I live I will submit to your justice, however should I win you will submit to me.”

Robin glared at him through gritted teeth and said, “You bastard, I would rather die roasted on a spit than submit to you.”

Jenna was equally aghast at his suggestion, “Dante how can you even suggest such a thing. You are mine and mine only, put down your sword as my sister suggests and let us go before the magistrate. We have done nothing wrong and I love you.”

Dante knew he could not have Jenna running around as he fought his way out of this situation so he motioned to her to come close. She came toward him with a big smile, her arms open to receive him. His fist hit her jaw with an audible crack and she slumped **** to the floor in a heap.

“Ah, the viper reveals himself at last,” Robin gloated at him.

Dante looked at her fully for the first time, her face was pretty if a little roughened by an outdoors life, her body was lithe and athletic and her ample breasts were hidden under a mail shirt. He was sure she was every bit as sexually lush as her sister and he aimed to find out. He glared at her over her sword and said, “So now it is just the two of us, what is your answer do you accept my offer?”