He doesn't say anything

He wanted to call her, tell that it was him, hold her in his arms. But he couldn't. It wasn't because of how she smelled or looked like, something else clawed inside of him. A primal and wild instinct. The same that came out when he killed his first man at the battle for Seagard.

"Is someone there?" The beggar asked innocently. Bran still didn't say anything.

The fact that he hadn't been with a woman in months cast wicked images of him doing wicked things with the helpless girl in front of him. The Northener imagined how the insides of his sister would feel like. Before long, his hard cock felt umconfortable inside his pants.