Argue

“If you think I’ll-“

“Shh!!” He gagged you again as he kept moving along the roofs then clambered down a rusty ladder into a refuse filled alley. Then The Hood knelt and pushed aside a cunningly concealed grate. You could hear guards calling, one having spotted you descending. You had a fraught moment when you feared discovery, piked shadows looming at the mouth of the alley - but he ducked inside the cubby within and noiselessly replaced the grate.

He pressed a potion to your lips then imbibed some himself. The potion tasted vile but the sudden stench was worse - it smelt horrid and you realised you were now descending into the sewer. You gagged again, this time on the stench which seemed a thousand times worse to your now delicate feminine sensibilities.

“What is that stench,” you asked, feeling like you would retch.

“Freedom. No one will pursue us down here what with their fears of miasma and dysentery. Even if they knew we were here… that potion you took will protect you…” he whispered as he unsuited a magic stone and carried you down the slimy sewer tunnel. You cringed away from the wall, pressing your body into his. It was … icky.

Dear gods. Were you really so girlish now?

You realised that The Hood was extremely lean and muscular of build beneath his concealing cloak. He seemed not to tire ore struggle in the least carrying you. Having your naked curves press against his manly frame… it was not entirely unpleasant you conceded. You realised that your musings were causing your nipples to harden and your ripe sex to moisten and swell.

You thought he didn’t notice but then he chuckled and ran a finger over your lips. “Stop that!” You protested a little too strongly. Your voice sounded less angry, more needful, and you bit your lip to stop yourself from saying more… lest your voice betray your arousal.