‘I could always stop. It’s not like we’re shackled anymore.’ He winked at her. ‘But I am a man of action and it might be difficult for you t...o get away….’ He didn’t wait for her answer. He carried her towards the bed, not even feeling her weight in his arms. ‘I’ll tuck you in, Irish.’ He winked at her and laid her down on the bed, her legs still wrapped around him. He looked down at her. Young. Smart. Brave. All his. Hansen lay over her, their lower bodies pressed together on the edge of the bed. ‘Wait, don’t kill him yet, I need some information.’ Striya pleads. ‘I know, that’s why he’s still alive.’ Jonathon states as he approaches Max. ‘I’d advise you to answer every question asked truthfully, you won’t want me to use this on you.’ Jonathon said to max as he pats the hilt of his sword. Max just stares and faintly nods his head. Jonathon turns to Striya. ‘Ask him your questions, let me know if any are false and he will quickly learn to tell the truth.’ Striya just stares at Jonathon. The man was easily close to six feet tall and she was drawn to the way the directional light from the broken window shimmered from his pale skin and threw the musculature of his body into an ever changing landscape of light and shadow. The pistol never once strayed from Lacrima, true proof of this hunters martial prowess. The hunter approached Lacrima in silence and the half-elf felt unable to move or speak, somehow held in a trance by this human. All she could do was stand and await her fate,. He closed his eyes.A wet tongue.He exhaled with a hiss.The wet tongue right between the lips of his cock.He jerked up a little.Her head lowered.He drew in a deep breath as she fully took his cock into her sweet mouth.He checked the clock above the colorful painting of palm trees, hoping they had plenty of time. He laid a gentle hand on top of her head to feel her hair. She pulled the hard dick out of her mouth to lick. And she licked every inch of it. Shaft up to the tip, back down. Her hand.