Calvo and Twelve get closer.

Calvo pulled Twelve to her feet. The petite guard stood a good head shorter than her former prisoner. Her head was lowered and her cheeks were flushing red with her embaressment, Calvo took a bandana from around his neck and dipped it into the icy stream. Kicking at the insides of her feet he **** her legs as far apart as the uniform bottoms bunched about her ankles would allow. Putting a finger beneath her chin he lifted her head so that she was looking up at him. Tears streaked her delicate face and her lip quivered as he moved closer, pressing his muscled body against her. He pressed the soaked bandana to Twelves furred pudenda,

"Gonna clean you up now sweetcheeks." He whispered. "Can't have you running around with a dirty snatch."

Twelve gasped as the cold water touched her. Calvo began to sponge her gently, the bandana's material rubbing her vulva. Calvo's fingers brushed the soft outer folds of her sex and her felt their heat. His fingertips played across her labia and a soft moan escaped Twelve's rosebud lips as her body trembled at his touch. One fingertip slid into the crease of Twelve's sex, parting her dark petals. To Calvo's surprise he found the guards pussy hot and slick with her juices. Looking down he saw her eyes were closed and she was biting her lip as her body swayed back and forth. Her dark, hardened nipples raking his body through the stretched wet fabric of her uniform. He pushed his finger deeper, Twelve's quim parting easily in invitation to his probing. Calvo started to work his finger in and out of the entrance of the guardwoman's hot passage. Again Twelve moaned softly her lovely lips silently forming the word no even as she spread her thighs further to allow him easier access to her moist pussy. Calvo's finger found it's way to the soft flesh of the woman's clitoral hood and he rubbed. The tip of his finger felt the rigid nub of her clit beneath.

"No!" Twelve murmered. "Please no."

Her body however pressed forward, crushing her sex onto his hand and she rotated her hips to rub her most intimate flesh against his fingers. Her movement became more urgent and barely audible gasps slipped through her rosebud lips. Calvo smiled and pulled his hand away from Twelve, her eyes flickering open in surprise. Confusion, relief and disappointment flashed across her tear streaked face.

Calvo pulled the bottoms of her uniform back up. Lifting the guards chin again he kissed the startled Twelve on the lips.

"We need to get moving sweetcheeks." Calvo said. "Need to find us some shelter by nightfall."

Twelve nodded, confused by her own responses to Calvo's touch.

"There's creatures out here," She said softly unsure if she should be divulging any information at all to an escaped prisoner. "And there's a primitive indiginous race. There could be landing parties from those raiders too."

Calvo nodded. He considered freeing Twelve's hands, but decided against it. Twelve could just be putting on an act and playing him to gain his trust. If he guessed right Eighteen wouldn't be far behind them and by now search parties could be joining the hunt from the prison camp. He gestured for Twelve to walk on ahead and grinned to himself. If he could find a secure place to hole up he would find out just how far the tight assed little bitch had thawed.