She spun around gracefully and sat on my lap. The spectators cheered, and whistled, and woo-hooed. She felt the hardness of my cock on her ass, lean...ed back slowly, placed her head on my shoulder and purred in my ear, “Man of Steel, very impressive.” She turned around and straddled me. She threw her head back and gyrated her hips on my lap, like she was fucking me. Slowly she took off her mask, stared at me and smirked. Her face was painted exactly as the mask, and most of her visage was. All of them felt more relaxed than they had in a long time.Sarah's Clan hurried through their meal. When they finished eating they took their dishes to the kitchen and cleaned off their table. As they went to stand at the front of the room it became very quiet. Once there, Sarah's Clan said in unison, "Please continue to eat while we share with you what we've learned today, as well as touching on some related topics."This won't be quite what we had in mind for tonight when we were at breakfast.. They let me speak for a few minutes and I found that they had four men who had served in the army and knew about melee fighting. I appointed them as corporals, and put them in charge of teaching melee tactics.Three days later, we met for our first days of militia training. We ran and tested for skills. I was surprised that the turnout was so good. We had 150 men come to join with our militia group.I had fifteen scouts, forty archers and the rest divided up into eight squads. One squad was one. Not that morning.Grabbed her under her arms. Pulled her up. Kissed her. Rolled her off me. Moved up onto my knees."Turn over. Now."My hands on her hips. Pulled them up and back. Legs a little apart. Slid right into her wetness. No more easy stuff now, it was straight fucking, and she loved it. She told me so. Slamming her, pounding her. Until I filled her, spurting again and again.A moment lying on top of her, quiet, savoring, then it was back to the shower. Quick rinse. Shave. A little shoving.