At least it’s not a virtuous maiden that you’ve saved

“T… thank you,” the woman greets you as come within a few inches of her. She’s seems to be quite shaken up by the experience, but makes no effort to cover her exposed breast, despite the fact that she must have noticed the way in which you’re looking at her.

“Don’t mention it,” you respond as you feel your cock twitch at the sight of the woman, the adrenaline caused by the fight adding to the quickness with which your member is swelling to full hardness inside your trousers, “what are you doing out on the streets anyway?”

There’s a moments hesitation from the woman as she meets your gaze with her own, appearing to size you up before deciding what to tell you.

“Why shouldn’t I?” The woman asks just as you’re about to tell her to speak again, “I’m already a ****.”

The revelation that the woman is already a **** takes you by surprise; she must have cost someone a small fortune. No, make that a big fortune.

“You running away or something?” You ask, and wait a few seconds again as the woman hesitates once more.

“Come on, out with it!” You command her, even if her looks make your voice a little less stern that what it would normally have been.

“I have a sister,” the woman admits, “she’s a pleasure **** like me, but we have different owners.”

“She as pretty as you?” You ask, feeling disgusted by the notion that a woman this beautiful have been **** to satisfy some plump, effete city dweller.

“Yes.” The woman doesn’t even flinch before attesting that her sister’s looks match her own.

“I’ll help you get her,” you promise her, possibly not for unambiguously selfish reasons, “but not in a little while.”

You grab hold of her wrist, and she doesn’t resist as you pull her along up the street.
“What’s your name anyway?” You ask her, once you’ve kicked in the door to one of the houses surrounding the little plaza that you ran across not long ago.

“Calyce,” the woman responds, her name causing a smile to come across your lips.

“Named after a nymph…” you mumble to yourself as you lead her into the house, listening intently for any movement, but hearing none other than that of you and Calyce.

“Wait here,” you tell her as you leave her in a moderately lavish living room which is pretty well shielded from the outside.

After a quick search through the house’s two floors, you still haven’t found anybody, and as you close the battered door to the outside as best you can you figure that the house has been abandoned. The owners probably run off to hide somewhere until the worst is over, whenever that might be.

Their whereabouts and eventual fate is of no concern of you however as you return to the living room, where you find that Calyce has already stripped out of her dress. You wouldn’t have mind ripping it off her, but you can’t really complain as you’re faced with her flawless body, noticing her perfectly rounded hourglass-figure and the way in which its made beyond any reasonable doubts that her tits don’t need any support, the two large orbs sitting high on her chest, showing no signs of sagging despite their impressive size.

Taking your eyes from her belly for just a second, you’re hypnotized by the way in which her stomach curves its way towards her sex, where a triangular patch of blonde pubes sits above a pair of swollen pussy lips which are already glistening wet.
You’re going to enjoy this, you decide as you move closer to her.