To the stables... and a ride

Dante and Mel quietly crept through the passage. The redhead followed Dante as he led the way around several twists and turns. Finally, they came to an end to the passage Dante had chosen. He peeked out and saw what appeared to be a private stable area. A large horse was there, along with a saddle with an extremely large pommel. Dante glanced over his shoulder at Mel, then back at the saddle and grinned.

He led the way out over to the horse, grabbing the saddle and securing it on the horse. He then pulled out his dagger and sliced a slit in the right side of the skirt up to above mid-thigh. "Sorry dear," he said, twirling the knife and tucking it away, "but you're going to need to ride." She grinned at him, "That's alright, this wasn't my skirt anyway, just some clothing left in that other room. Besides, I've had my share of clothing sliced today."

Dante laughed, then mounted the horse, sliding back a bit in the saddle. He reached down and offered a hand to Mel, pulling her up onto the horse in front of him and placing her on the steed so the pommel was under her skirt. He looked at her, saying "Ready?" She smiled back at him and nodded, looking over the horses head forward. Surprise showed on her face when he lifted her by the waist and pushed her forward, then down hard onto the pommel. She cried out as he slid forward against her, his body firmly locking her in place. He reached around and tucked the reins into this right hand, and then moved his right hand back to her waist, still holding the reins. He then spurred the horse into action with his feet in the stirrups. As it moved forward, the bardic lass gasped and grunted as the pommel pounded her. Dante grinned, slipping his left hand up to undo one button of the blouse beneath her chest, and slipping the hand inside. He fondled her right breast a few moments, then took a hold of her nipple firmly, the motion of the horse causing some tugging and twisting to occur.

They found an exit into the woods and Dante spurred the horse on, causing Mel's cries to grow louder as they left the bandit lair. Dante grinned, wondering if he should permit the horse to break into a full run, just to keep on trotting at the current pace, or if he should vary the pace over the course of their travels. He smirked slightly at Mel's labored breathing and from his view over her shoulder, enjoyed the sight of her blouse-encased chest bouncing about, buttons threatening to pop.

Ah, the hard life of a charming man, he thought, fingers starting to tug and twist at her nipple more vigorously, as he returned to ponder his options.