Twelve needs warming up....

Bending, Calvo scooped the slender, petite guardswoman in to his powerfully muscled arms. Her satin smooth, wet skin was cold to the touch, and her eyes were fluttering closed, her breathing shallow.

"Better find some shelter. Stay awake gorgeous....your blonde freind's still out there, and I might need a hostage"

Stumbling through the freezing, broken landscape of the ridgeline, Calvo finally found a place that might serve his purpose...a small cave, partially hidden behind a tumbled rockfall and coarse, scrubby plants. Desperately tired, he staggered inside, laying the naked, dark haired guardwoman gently in a moss covered . Her small breasts were barely moving, her soft lips pale.

Kneeling between her sprawled thighs, Calvo stripped off his coarse prison issue shirt, and began rubbing and massaging Twelve's slender naked body, trying to dry and warm her. He was horny as hell, and she looked so beautiful....leaning forward, her slipped His arms around her, pulling the guardswoman in to his lap. Then he kissed her, hard and savage, his tongue swirling deep in her soft mouth, his hand cupping the jutting cone of one of her breasts, kneading her soft flesh, tugging and rolling the firm, dark nipple.

The guardswoman gave a slow moaning gasp,her back arching, pushing her breast further in to his palm, as her eyes fluttered open.....