It zooms towards your heart, and bounces off your thick hide!

Whoosh! The arrow speeds across the five feet separating you and the archer in a heartbeat, so quickly that you do not even see it. The first thing you know of it is the loud clang that echoes wildly down the corridor as you stumble backwards slightly before righting yourself. At such a close distance, the **** of the arrow knocked you back before snapping in two! You erupt in a harsh, mocking laughter as you close the last remaining steps between you and your wide-eyed prey. Troll hide is impenetrable! You are invincible!

Mélanie does not move a muscle, staring disbelievingly at the small indent left on your chest as you grab hold of her in one giant hand. You bring her close towards your face, globs of saliva tumbling out of your disgusting mouth, all the while increasing the pressure on her waist. You raise her in the air in silent admiration. Her body feels supple beneath your grimy fingers, her aroma intoxicating. It is only as you bring your other hand to the erection awkwardly dangling between you legs that Mélanie appears to realise the seriousness of her predicament. She looks at you in terror and squirms uselessly against the palm of your hand, her leather armour accentuating rather than reducing the pleasure of feeling a woman against your skin. You stroke yourself gently, aroused by her helplessness. But your patience wanes. All that remains to decide is how you wish to enjoy your prize.