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He set the flask aside and stood He was still a little unsteady on his feet as he followed her to a large tree just beyond the tent She drew hi was half as good as Alyssa’s

“I had no idea you were such a powerful knight,” she said, stepping closer to him until mere inches separated her chest from his She looked up at hih “I want you, my lord I want you to… I want you to…” She tried to fo

rce herself to say the words, but they wouldn’t come It didn’t matter to him Her back sla her breast with bruising force as his squishy ht revulsion Her hand e roughly Most men would have complained about her harsh treatrowled into herhand

He tore his mouth from hers “You want me to hurt you, don’t you?”

No, you sadistic bastard, I want you to die a horrible death She squeezed his crotch even harder He flinched, but covered her hand with his own and encouraged her to apply even onna soak her hand in bleach for a hen this was over E

“You do drive rowled He pulled her hand away so he could press his pelvis against hers, grunting even though several layers of clothing separated his gyrating hips fro Alyssa would keep her prorabbed the coif on the back of her head and jerked her head to the side He ran his sliue up the side of her neck His other hand was still bruising her breast Did he really think a woman would enjoy this sort of treatment?

“There you are,” Alyssa’s voice sounded from beside the tree “Lord Abbot, it’s tiin I supposecereratitude”

Abbot lifted his head “Go away, Alyssa” His hand was still on Lara’s breast, but he’d stopped gyrating against her at least

“The final round will only take a fewmy sister”

He glanced down at Lara as sure she was about to faint She hadn’t taken a breath in a very long tilanced at Alyssa as glaring at her for not playing her part better She had fondled the bastard’s disgusting junk What more did the little schemer want?

Lara sed her revulsion and rocked her hips against Abbot’s rock hard erection “Hurry, Christopher,” she purred “I want to ride you, e bar of soap to scrub the foul taste of those words froue Lara forced her hand between their bodies to squeeze his balls “Hurry” She shoved him away then, and he stumbled sideways into Alyssa

“Hurry,” Alyssa repeated, shoving him in the direction of the arena

“Hurry,” he grumbled “Yes, I’ll hurry”

He adjusted the bulge in his britches as he wound his way back to the tournament

“That was disgusting,” Lara complained

“But it ork,” she said “Now, stand over there where the archers can see you, but the crowd cannot, and act suggestive Hike up your skirt”

“You have got to be kidding me!”

Alyssa gave her a strange look “If you are i that I jest, I assure you I am entirely serious”

“I alainst you, sister”

Alyssa’s only response was a wicked grin She walked back to the tent, leaving Lara standing near the end of the courtyard A target was now sitting about ten yards froed Sir Abbot to join him

Abbot grabbed his bow froe in Abbot’s fly, then widened The boy bit his lip and turned around, quaking with silent laughter

The announcer’s voice carried across the courtyard “The final round shall coet will be moved ten paces back after each successful round The first to et loses Lord Abbot will launch the first arrow”

A truain before et He lifted his bow, arrow in place and drew back the bowstring Lara busied herself with shifting her breasts more comfortably in her bodice She didn’t look up and wasn’t sure if he atching her There was a loud thwunk as the arrow struck the target Applause followed Apparently, Lara need to up her game

Reece’s arrow easily found its ain Lara took a deep breath, pulled the pins fro her hair to get it to fall into place Thwunk Abbot’s arrow hit the target This wasn’t working at all

“That was close,” the announcer said “But he did hit the target”

Had he al better than Lara thought

Reece ain Lara tried not to stare at him, but the look of intensity on his handsome face stole her breath He let the arrow fly Thwunk

A collective gasp was followed by a spattering of applause Abbot glared at the audience and the applause died

“Perfect shot,” the announcer said The target was ain

Lara dropped her handful of hairpins accidentally/on purpose and bent to pick the and wiggled her hips Thwat

Abbot swore loudly

“That’s a miss,” the announcer proclaimed