Willow
My muscles ached as Brokk strode from the keep. Leif wet a pelt and washed himself before tucking his c**k in his pants. I kept my head averted, blinking back tears.
“Willow? What’s wrong, lass?”
“Nothing.”
“Do not hide from me. We will not punish you for honesty.”
“I gave in. I was weak.” Brokk did not want to be seen with such a wanton creature. Hunching my shoulders, I hid my face. “Please, leave me.”
Setting the wet pelt aside, he gathered me in his arms. “Do you know why we torment and tease you?”
“Because you like it.”
His fingers trailed down my legs. “Are we the only ones?”
I twisted in his grip, but he held me fast.
“Let’s check, shall we?” His fingers found my cunny and dipped inside. “You’re close aren’t you, sweet rabbit?”
My head thrashed against his shoulder
