Seek help.

When he walked over to the exotic gypsy woman, she looked up at him and smiled. “Hello Mr. Croft.”

Thomas immediately froze, his hand dipping toward his sword hilt. “How do you know me?” He asked softly, his eyes narrowing.

“I don't, but your the only one in the room shielding your mind. Educated guess.” She smiled brightly, gesturing for him to sit down. Though still suspicious, he sat down and watched her. “I assume you want to hire me?” She prodded him.

“I did.” He replied coldly.

“But not anymore?” She pouted, mockingly.

“I'm uncertain.”

“That's unusual for the justicar, I've heard so much about.” She giggled.

“Why are you here?” Thomas asked, growing irritated.

“The Croft Manor has fallen into darkness. Many have been lured to it, for many reasons. I had no idea, I might be fortunate enough to meet the son of Lord Croft. Who better to see what rumors hold true in that shadowed place, then with the heir apparent?” She replied easily.

“It will be dangerous.” He frowned.

“Then pay me, and let us see what we will see.” She smiled.

Thomas took a breath for a moment. Telepathy wasn't his strong suit, but she was definitely shielding. He was good enough to keep others out of his mind, but not do more then pick up surface emotions. “Fine. We leave now.” He said tossing her a small purse. “You have a name?”

“Kaia.” The woman smiled, the exotic name rolling off her tongue in a sensual way, that could only come with practice.

The two set off to board the stagecoach that had delivered the letter. Settling in for a long ride through the dark night, the two watched one another for an hour, without either speaking a word. Finally the woman yawned, stretching her arms above her head, her huge tits jiggling enticingly.

“Would you like to fuck them?” She asked with a grin.

“No.”

“Afraid they will bewitch you?” She teased him.

“I'm afraid you already have.” He frowned annoyed, causing her to giggle.

“Sleep then?” She smiled, curling up like a cat on the sofa.

Thomas sighed, but remained where he was. As silence ensued, the annoying rocking of the wagon, became a hazy rocking, causing him to become drowsy Finally the stalwart man could hold out no more, and his head drooped as he to fell into slumber.

The two were startled awake rather suddenly by the sound of gun fire, and both noticed, that the stage coach had come to a stop. Glancing out the curtain, Thomas saw an over turned wagon just off the road, the driver, and an armored man lay dead nearby. Six bandits all dressed in leather armor, and dirty breeches were surrounding a young blond woman. Two of them held smoking guns above their head, as if they had fired them off, just for fun. One of the six was face fucking the small blond woman, her lithe frame struggling feebly as he used her mouth.

Kaia pressed against him, to peek out as well, and he could feel her voluminous breasts touching his shoulder. “You could take them, but it would delay us.” She mused. “Unless you like the show?” She grinned wickedly, her soft hand gently touching his crotch, causing him to become slightly aroused