[Wow, you are making it very difficult to fight off a mob, Kaphlar. Not just because of the seriously restricted mobility, but because there's a growing part of her that wants to throw caution to the winds, pull off what's left of their clothes, and fuck good and hard.]
[Her mouth is dry, her heart pounding. She moans low in her throat, shaking her head, trying to keep herself together.]
...They can't reach... mustn't reach the castle... I...
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[Her mouth is dry, her heart pounding. She moans low in her throat, shaking her head, trying to keep herself together.]
...They can't reach... mustn't reach the castle... I...
Get off me!
[YOU ARE NOT MAKING THIS EASIER.]