A compromise of sorts

"You know what is happening to the girls your age up there, don't you?" Cassia's eyes widen slightly as she hears the hoarseness of your voice. She tries to pull away, but your finger is still firmly planted inside her and you hook it upward holding her like a fish on a gaff. With a soft whimper she stops her struggles and whispers an answer.

"They're being fucked." Her voice was so low that you barely heard her, but there was no doubt in your mind that she had used that coarse word as she wraps an arm around your neck clinging to you as she continues. "They're being held down by savage soldiers, and their legs are being pulled apart ..." Cassia's words diminish into inaudible murmuring.

"All of them?" You ask as you twist your finger inside her tight sex again, "Even the innocent virgins? Even your sisters in the Temple of Apollo?"

"Oh Lord of Light, yes." Her gasps feeds the darkness within you, you're going to fuck this eager virgin as hard as you can until she begs for your cock. Just as you are about to throw everything away, you see the lyre of Apollo emblazoned on the shield behind Cassia. Like a ray of bright sunlight breaking through the cover of a dark cloud, you feel the darkness recede, the evil fading. You pull your finger from her in shock and dismay. Gods! What had you been thinking?

"I'm sorry Cassia." It takes a moment longer for Cassia to break free for the spell that had overtaken both of you, but she too comes to her senses. You are expecting Cassia to lash out with anger and contempt, after what you just did she should send you into the catacombs on your own.

To your amazement Cassia closes the gap between your bodies pressing her soft curves against your emaciated frame. “Help me take some of this armor off, I have something I want to try.” Her small hands pull at the buckles of your armor, loosening straps that hold it tight. “There is some lustful **** in this buried city that enflames our passions, Adonis. I know we can't give in entirely, but perhaps we can bend a little so we don't break.”

“Cassia, you don't ...” You tell her trying to convince yourself as well as her.

“Shut up Adonis, and help.” She tells you as she tries to pull the heavy leather haubaulk over your head. It takes a little longer than it should to remove your top because her hands begin working on the buckles that hold your leggings onto your emaciated hips. She pulls the quilted pants off along with your leggings and boots and smiles in satisfaction as she sees your erection pop free. As she worked on your armor, your hands have been busy exploring her marvelous breasts. Not groping her roughly like you had almost done before the darkness had been lifted, but caressing every soft curve and rolling her peaked nipples gently between your finger tips.

Cassia's hands wrap around the thick shaft of your manhood as gently as your hands on her breasts. “I've never held a man like this, but I think I understand the general idea.” She tells you as her hand begins to stroke you. “At least three times tonight you have saved me from those who would have used me for their pleasure.” Her hand is warm as it pulls at your foreskin with growing confidence. “By all that is sacred, you have earned what they were going to take by ****. I don't dare give you that reward as long as we are in this cursed subterranean city, but I can at least try to ease your stress.” You stand in stunned silence as her hand starts continues stroking your shaft.

“Does this feel right?” She asks, reminding you that this is her first hand job. She takes the grunt you give as affirmation, which is a good thing because as fantastic as this feels you didn’t think you can even speak. “I love the feeling of your hardness.” Her eyes find yours before she continues. “You’ve been trying to hide this from me all night, but trust me, I noticed. I saw how you shifted awkwardly trying to keep me from seeing this, and I could hardly ignore how it felt pressed against me as we hid from those men.” In the cool blue light that streamed from the stone in your hand you can just see Cassia bite her full lower lip nervously before she kneels at your feet.

“Cassia…” You stammer not knowing what to say. It's not the violent ravishment of your dark desires, it's better than that, far better!

“Shut up!" She tells you again this time more fiercely than before, and then dips her head and kisses the swollen purple head of your cock. You feel the wet heat of Cassia’s spittle drip onto your cock and with the added lubrication her hand moves even faster.

Seconds later you can hold back no longer. With a great throbbing surge you shoot wad after wad of white cream into the air. One gob of your cum lands on Cassia’s bare throat, and trickles towards her breast and another stream she catches in her hand. She uses the dripping fluid to further lubricate your aching cock and she strokes you steadily until the last drop is squeezed from your member.

“Will that help?” Cassia asks with a hint of pride in her voice. “I can try again later if you need me to.”

You stare at her in stunned silence. This had been your first handjob, just as it had been hers and you were still struggling to come to grips with just how much better it felt to have a woman’s soft hand stroking you than your own rough palm.

“Was I too rough?” She asks concerned by your lack of response. “I should have used my mouth. Its just I wasn’t sure…”

Pulling Cassia back to her feet you wrap your arms around her...