Stands aside

The barrel of Sergeant Williamson’s rifle was shaking at this point, and it was with a collective sigh of relief that Druuna and Norfolk watched it being slung back across her shoulder before the young militiawoman took a step to the side, her cheeks blazing red as her gaze came to focus on a rock placed just in front of her feet.

Feeling his racing heart beat against his chest, Norfolk stirred his recently acquired horse and began to move the cart down the road, rolling past the point where Clara was standing.

Casting the young woman a quick glance as she passed her, Druuna guessed that Norfolk wouldn’t stop to pick her up, and even contemplated jumping off the cart and forcing the other girl into removing her clothes for a brief moment, but was stopped from doing so by her paralyzing fear that Norfolk would leave her behind if she did so.

Keeping her eyes peeled on Clara until she disappeared behind the bend that the cart came rolling around, Druuna sat still for a moment.

“Why didn’t you pick her up?” She asked Norfolk, “She was pretty…”

“She was prepared to shoot us because you were sucking my cock,” Norfolk felt obliged to point out, “I didn’t really see that as a turn-on.”

“No, you really don’t aroused at all,” Druuna observed, wrapping her hand around his hard cock and then resuming what was quickly becoming one of her favourite activities; sucking Norfolk’s cock until his cum shot into her mouth. This she found to be a very efficient way to overcome her disappointment at missing the chance to “pervert” Clara a little.

After spending a moment considering telling Druuna to stop that and get dressed, Norfolk was convinced not to do so by the blissful sensation of Druuna’s tongue swirling across his plump cockhead.

In fact, Norfolk spent the remainder of the day sitting on his arse and steering his vehicle while being met by cat-calls or disgusted cries as the two of them encountered other people every once in a while, the road’s status as a main trade link resulting in travelling on it meant a large chance of meeting dozens of people in a single day.

For Druuna, the uncertainty of whether or not she would be faced with boos or accolades added an extra spice to her activities, by now becoming so excited by the exhibitionist character of what she was doing that she began fantasizing about fucking Norfolk in front of a whole crowd of people, mental images of her being pounded mercilessly by him being followed by a fantasy about her taking his load in her face as dozens of people looked on in stunned appreciation.

Twice during the day, Norfolk became so excited by Druuna’s mouth that he had to pull off the main road and fuck her against the wagon, once ramming his cock into her anus and once fucking her pussy.

When they had made camp for the night, and Druuna had disappeared to clean the dried reserves of Norfolk’s cum off her curvaceous body, he finally got the chance to see what the wagon was loaded with. Normally quite eager to examine his recently “liberated” loot, Norfolk had found himself unable to do so since his time had either been spent sleeping, travelling or having fun with Druuna.

Finding the wagon to be loaded with valuable items, Norfolk had to conclude that one crate in particular was filled with things that would his time with Druuna even more interesting.

When Druuna returned, her dark hair soaked and drops of water rolling down her tanned skin, Norfolk grabbed an item from the crate and tossed it at her.

“Put that on,” he instructed her, and Druuna quickly surmised that the item which she had just had thrown at her was a dress which would undoubtedly look very scandalous on her.

Feeling quite thrilled by the realisation that this would be the first time in thirty-six or so hours when she would actually wear any clothing at all, Druuna quickly slipped on the dress.

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