The brunette questions blondie

"Wha?" The slender brunette stammered out as she held her torn bodice to her chest, but she wasn't talking to Korven. "It's true then, you've been with a man before?" She asked the shaking blonde who was still woozy from your dominance.

Korven's lust was no longer overwhelming and he too turned to look at the pretty girl. She had looked so sweet and innocent, he couldn't believed she was just another slut any more than her sister could.

"I thought you were lying to him." She murmured "to save me- but it was the truth." Her face turned pale. "You swore to the gods to preserve your virginity. In the Square of the Nine Gods, I was with you." The sweet thing really believed the gods cared about these oaths. "We both swore to Intyna the Pure that we'd remain chaste 'till marriage."

The older girl wiped a tear from her face. "I'm sorry I couldn't tell you before but he and I swore that we would keep it between ourselves and the gods until we could be properly married."

"But who?" Asked the slender brunette as she climbed to her feet. "When?"

"It was Allan." Her sister told her "On the night he had to leave the city on a mission for the King." Korven snickered when he heard how some scoundrel had tricked his cock into this sweet thing's panties. But the brunette's response was a squeal of delight.

"Sir Allandal?" She stepped past Korven to hug the pretty blonde "I always knew he loved you!"

"Wait!" Korvan growled pushing both girls onto the bale where he had the sweet blonde moaning and grunting on her back just minutes ago. "Sir Allandal of the Green Vale?" He asked not believing his luck.

"Do you know him?" Asked the fiery younger girl clearly skeptical that a brutal thug like this could possibly know someone like Sir Allandal.

Did Korven know Sir Allandal? Every man in the invading army knew Sir Allandal, he had made it plain to every man he met that they were to treat Margarita of Aldenya and her family with utmost care or answer to him for all eternity. But Korven's relationship with Sir Allandal was more personal than that. The self-righteous prig had him flogged because he had left his post to take a piss and was chatting up a whore when the knight rode by checking the pickets. Who gave a fuck about pickets by then? The city was curled up like a snail waiting to be smashed open, but that fucker still checked the pickets. He was probably the only officer in the entire army who did. It was by no means the first time Korven had felt the lash, but it was the most recent and thus the one he resented the most.

Korven had his **** though. He had Allandal's "true love" impaled on his cock,

Allandal's girl screaming as his rod split her open! Allandal's piece begging him for mercy as he called her a Whore! Korven's cock was as hard now as it had been just minutes before. He could have her again, and it would be even better now that he knew who he was fucking.

Of course, Allandal had announced a handsome reward for his lady's safety. Korven doubted the good Knight would be happy to give it to the man who **** his pretty beauty, but maybe if she kept her sweet lips sealed. Of course there were many ways to get rich in a city full of plunder. He looked at the two pretty things sitting suddenly hopefully before him.

"Did he know Sir Allandal?" There were so many ways to play this, what should Korven tell them?