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It’s tempting to make the moment last. You may never get another opportunity with this lovely girl, not in the aftermath of her family’s extinction. However, it’s more tempting to not get killed. You got away from the strange beast lurking near the carriage, but perhaps only temporarily. Perhaps you have already doomed yourself by lingering down here more than a second longer than necessary. You kick up the pace, squeezing and rubbing yourself just the right way, until you feel the final rippling spasms take hold. At the last minute you have the sense to hop a few feet away from the girl’s body, to avoid spraying her with your juices, much as you’d like to. You made your choice in the nick of time: as you ride down the wave of orgasm and your senses slowly resume giving you information about the real world, you hear moaning. She’s waking up. You grab a rag and wipe yourself off, doing your best to rid yourself of all signs of arousal. Only when you think the flush has left your cheeks and groin do you allow yourself to turn toward the girl.

Thankfully she takes a while to actually reach consciousness. Even after she opens her eyes and takes stock of her injuries, feeling the bump on her head and the myriad minor cuts and bruises from the bushes ripping her clothes, it takes her a while to remember your existence. She doesn’t look massively shocked to discover your mutual nakedness, but after covering her bits with her hands, she gives you an odd look. It occurs to you that you’re not trying to hide anything. You wonder if that simple fact could give you away.

“How long was I out cold?” she asks. You really don’t know. Not long enough, you want to say, but all you dare do is shrug. She merely looks up to the sky, and then at the barrage of bushes and branches the tow of you crashed through, likely thinking of the wreck above. She has this wistful sort of look.

“If the Gods will it so my father and brother rest in the wood. But the Watch will want to hear of this. You’re travelling into town aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Then you can tell them about it when you arrive. But we should both get new rags first.”

You almost drop your jaw from the sheer amount of pluck from the girl, until she tries to lead the way onwards down the hill and nearly collapses. You jump forward and catch her. You try not to have any more unholy thoughts as the two of you set out through the remaining, rapidly thinning woodland, as she rests part of her naked weight against you.

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