A paladin

As Teara strolled along the road through woodlands, lit by the evening sunlight, she heard shouting coming from up ahead. She turned the corner and smiled.

A group of half a dozen ill-shaven men with swords, undoubtedly bandits. Bands of such men were common. The Devout cared nothing for them, so they were free to rob travellers and have there way with any pretty women. Of course, Teara would have nothing to worry about from such a group. Her spells would quickly dispatch them, unless she was in the mood for a rough gangbang. But today, she was not the object of the bandit's attentions.

The Paladins of the Silver Star had once been noble crusaders for justice and purity. The Devout had almost wiped them out, delighting in sacrificing the goodly warriors to their dark deities. Teara's mouth - and other parts of her - watered at the thought of such a rare treat.

And a treat she was. Golden hair cascaded around a face beautiful enough to rival Teara's own. Her slim, athletic body was well displayed by her light armour and leather travelling gear. Her tight pants had no doubt been chosen for their practicality, but displayed a luscious ass. The plate armour on her chest was emblazoned with the silver star of her order, but it stopped short, theoretically to leave her heart uncovered but actually putting her pale cleavage on show.

What's more, her order took vows of chastity, so she was almost certainly a virgin. Two virgins in one day! The gods of lust must be smiling on Teara.

A bandit lunged at her, only to be knocked away with a blow of her brightly polished sword. Teara weighed her options. The bandits' anger and lust was almost palpable, it might be fun to watch one of the stuck-up, self-righteous paladins be gang ****. But it seemed a shame to waste such a delightful prize on such unschooled lusts...