Surrenders herself

“I don’t know,” Clara responded as her voice shook about as much as her arms as the young Sergeant tried desperately to make sense of what she was seeing as well as what she was feeling.
Still, at least she no longer had one finger wrapped around the trigger of her rifle, and the barrel was now point towards the ground rather than at Norfolk.

“Well, you’ll let me know when you’ve made up your mind.” Druuna replied, and then acted with a confidence that let even feeling a bit baffled as she leaned her head down into Norfolk’s lap and took his huge dick into her mouth, slurping rather violently on the head of his one-eyed monster.

His arousal had quickly faded away as he had stared at Sergeant Williamson’s rifle, but now it was returning with equal quickness as Druuna’s nimble tongue swirled around his cockhead, with his balls stirring as Druuna began to fondle them with the gentle touch of one of her hands.

Glancing over at Clara, and finding himself incapable of telling Druuna to stop what she was doing, Norfolk found that the young militiawoman was now holding her rifle in her left hand, her right hand being continuously opened and closed as her cheeks grew increasingly red as she followed the steady bobbing of Druuna’s head as it went up and down on Norfolk’s mammoth-sized cock.

Searching behind him, Norfolk found the pistol grip of his rifle and prepared to pull it out as Clara slowly approached the wagon, her fascination with what Druuna was doing now being quite obvious.

“You coming?” Norfolk asked her, and Clara nodded her head in reply.

“Right, get in the back,” Clara obeyed Norfolk’s command, and he made sure that he was aboard before telling Druuna to get back there and help her out of her clothes.

Far from willing to release her hold of Norfolk’s cock, Druuna still did as she was told and climbed into the back of the wagon just before it began to move once more.

Apparently being quite shocked by what she’d just done, Clara allowed Druuna to disarm her and then made no effort to resist when the black-haired minx undid the front of her jacket.

Once she’d gotten Clara topless, Druuna noticed with some satisfaction that the blonde soldier had breasts which were larger than they had appeared under her jacket, even if they were not quite as large as hers.

Sitting down in front of Clara, who had her back resting against the wagon’s side; Druuna undid her trousers and then slid her hand down their front rather than to pull them off her.

“You’ve ever been with a woman before?” Druuna asked her, and Clara responded by a weak shaking of her head, avoiding looking at Druuna.

“A shame,” Druuna decided, and then burrowed her hand into Clara’s panties, using her index finger to press her labia apart before finding her engorged clit and beginning to tease it.

Intending to drive Clara wild with lust rather than to allow her to climax, Druuna kept up the manipulation of her clit until it looked as though the beautiful blonde soldier was just about to achieve orgasm. Then she withdrew her hand from her pussy and leaned in to kiss. At first Clara didn’t respond to this, but then something finally snapped inside her and she began to respond to Druuna’s kiss with fiery enthusiasm, her hands suddenly roaming all over Druuna’s unclothed body.

Finding Druuna’s pussy, Clara began to rub her hand against it in a way which told Druuna that although she was clumsy and inexperienced she almost made up for it with her incredible eagerness.

Having pulled off the main-road and steered the cart down a slope, Norfolk steered the horse in behind a collection of large rocks and then hopped onto the ground, going out to make sure that their location couldn’t be spotted from the road before steering his steps to the back of the wagon.
There he found Clara sitting up, her face a mask of pleasure as Druuna greedily sucked on one of her nipples.