Just continue heading down the road

You know you have no time to go wash up. You have to keep moving in order to get to safety, especially with your spear now in the hands of the bandit. You pull your shorts up your legs, already feeling the feline’s cream pooling at the crotch of your pants. It makes you shudder uncomfortably, but you’re determined to keep moving. You put on your clothes and adjust yourself before you begin to make your way down the road.

You take awkward steps as you travel further, not only because of your weary legs, but from your abused cunt aching and the spunk frothing between your thighs.

The sun quickly sets as you make your way further. You fear that you’ll be walking through the night when you spot something around a bend. A large bridge shows itself in the distance, its stone width spanning a sizable river. The wind is picking up and you feel the need to rest.

You proceed toward the base of the bridge, determined to gain shelter underneath it. Its large width keeps the shadows beneath it dark, but you don’t wander too far below it, getting just far enough to shield yourself from the blowing wind.

You wonder if you should clean yourself and your clothes in the river that runs beneath the stone construction, but you feel too tired and it’s grown far too dark. You figure you can do it in the morning. You simply take a drink from the running water before you sit against the stone underside of the bridge. Your stomach growls with emptiness, but there is not much you can do.

It doesn’t take long for sleep to catch up to you. Your eyes drift shut as you doze off to the calming sound of the stream rushing past.