And then she clasped my head in both hands and mashed her lips against my own: mm’ing and aw’ing, trying to slip in her tongue, as I moved to resist but instead lifted her off the floor (whereupon she wrapped her legs about my body and instantly cried out); as I gripped both sides of her ass (too hard) and strode for the bed—tossing her onto it like a bolster, like a body pillow; burying my face between her breasts and against her stomach (and finally beneath her garter belt). Pulling her panties down with my teeth before gripping them in my fists and working them free of her legs.
“Oh, don’t you see?” she gasped. “This is what we wanted—only this, Sir Knight! And not just me; oh, no, we are all of us lined up—for you, Galaren, and your mighty friends; to take as you will. Is it not wonde
