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Late-Night Nudity

For JCFoxman

By Draconicon

Exia Ironsoul: Doryaan, Beastrider, and, unfortunately, cursed protector. That was how she felt, at the very least, and at the moment, it wasn't entirely inaccurate.

The turquoise-scaled woman laid on the cloth-stuffed mat at the back of the stables, staring unerringly at the ceiling and crossing her arms stubbornly under her breasts. The feeling of heat between her legs, within her sac, and running through her half-hard shaft was driving her mad, and the way that her breasts felt against the bra that barely constrained them only added to the extended frustration that she felt.

I made the right choice, she told herself. If I'd stayed...

The shaman had promised to purge the entirety of the corruption that the ghosts had left behind, to take the taint from her, but there had been far too much lewdness in the other woman's eyes for her to believe that. Besides, it had reached a tolerable level...

Or so she'd thought.

Exia sat up slowly, taking her time to make sure that her breasts didn't take the change to roll and bounce the way that they wanted to. She hissed as her nipples dragged against the cloth interior, feeling the slight grind and rub, and they immediately hardened against the cloth, making them all the more visible. Her bra was half-tented by them, the piercings through the large nipples entirely too visible for her tastes, and her shaft -

Her loincloth bobbed up and down in response to everything else she was feeling, and she fixed the bulge with a stare that would have stopped a line of dracolines in their tracks. Her shaft, however, was far more disobedient than any wild beast, and continued to pulse and twitch to get her attention. She sighed.

"There's no getting around it, I guess," she muttered, pushing herself to her feet with as much care as she could. "Time for another walk."

The sun was setting, at least, and that meant that the villagers would soon be going to sleep. She looked out the window, watching as the long-necked, stiff-legged reptiles moved from the fields near the forest to their huts and houses, walking with the stiff gait of people that never had to run from anyone. Considering that they were on the edge of the forest, near to the sea, they probably didn't need to. Their boats would allow them to flee, if needed, and that was all that was required.

She shook her head. They were rather foolish to believe that was all that anyone needed, but that was part of the reason she was here. The other Beastriders had pointed her to Stoneshore, saying that there were rumors of tribes down on their luck forming bandit groups. If that was the case, they needed a Beastrider around to take care of things.

So far, she hadn't seen anything, but she had been planning a long walk the next day, just to check the borders of the forest. With the way that the heat was keeping her up, she supposed she might as well get it done now.

As she adjusted her loincloth, pulling at the straps of cloth that ran around her waist and the long flaps that covered her front and her rump, she could feel just how much bounce there was in the back. Every little touch sent a little jiggle, a little wiggle, a little set of ripples through her backside, making her all too aware of the amount of food she'd been wolfing down recently. She'd need to take a few runs to clear some of that out, or she'd stop fitting into her armor.

Not that she'd gotten weak during her time in the villages. She still had thick muscle in her legs and arms, and her abs were still tight over her, admittedly, generous hips. Even though she had been lucky enough to have a glut of fatty meat lately, she knew that it would be worked off soon enough. The life of a Beastrider was feast and famine, and one had to enjoy the feasts while they had them.

Wiggling her hips from side to side as she dragged the back of her loincloth off, she felt the cloth grinding into her rump. It was so tight now that she could barely get it off even while loosened, and she hissed as she felt the friction of the cloth running along her backside, her cheeks getting flattened for a moment before -

Boing.

They bounced free, then sagged slightly over the back of the cloth. She glared down over her shoulder, biting her lips for a moment, then shook her head in disdain.

Tossing the cloth to the floor, she walked down the line of stalls. Her mount, Kazra, waited for her at the very last one. The short-muzzled dracoline raised his head from his front paws, looking up at her with the equivalent of a raised eyebrow. She chuckled, shaking her head at him.

"No. Sleep. I'm just taking a walk."

He nodded, lowering his head back down. She walked to the stable door, rested her hand on the exit, and waited until the streets were clear before stepping outside. The cool air of evening greeted her, and as she expected, it pulled on her nipples, making them harder and all the more sensitive through her bra.

To the forest.

She moved at a jog despite the amount of complaining that rose from her privates. They were sensitive enough that such a pace pushed them against her loincloth with far too much excitement, and she had to force herself to keep moving. Her lips and jaw ached, though; holding back that kind of moan was harder than she expected.

#

As the sun continued to set, sending less and less light through the branches above her, Exia tried to focus on the path ahead. The cool air was nice on her scales, allowing the turquoise of her sides and limbs to cool, and leaving her with a nice wind-touch against the cream of her chest and belly. It was the one thing that she had come to enjoy with her new condition, she had to admit. The sensitivity that came with the residual taint meant that she could feel the sun and the water and the wind like never before.

She walked over the soft dirt that marked the upper riverbank, enjoying the give of the earth where it was damp but not muddy. The occasional breeze would pass through, stirring up the scent of water and herbs, and it would caress her thighs, stroking over her muscles and then further up her legs, as if the wind was but another lover.

Exia shook her head as the thought popped through her mind, pushing it down and trying to ignore it. The thought of lovers wasn't one that she needed right now, particularly with -

Her shaft throbbed beneath her loincloth at the idea of touching someone, and she paused, looking down at it. Very deliberately, she pushed her finger down at the tip of the tent in her loincloth, slowly but surely directing it back down. She kept pushing until she could pin it between her thighs, and she stood there, crossing her arms as if she was restraining a disobedient child.

While she waited for it to go back down, she looked across the river. According to rumors, the raider tribe lived deep in the forest, and they would strike at anything that presented itself as a target. It was entirely possible that they might believe themselves capable of taking down Stoneshore, stealing away the wealth of food that came from the sea and whatever else it happened to store. If that was the case, they'd either need rafts to make it across, or they would need to be a larger, stronger tribe than she expected.

Here, however, there were no rafts, nor did she see footprints on the opposite short. If they were to cross, they wouldn't cross here.

As her shaft went down, finally, she walked along. Her bare rump swayed from side to side as she followed the riverbank, stepping over and around various reeds and ferns that dotted the shore. Some were long enough to caress her thighs, while others reached high enough to stroke her upper thighs and even so far as her sac and sheath. She bit her lips, hissing softly whenever such a touch managed to catch her attention, but forced herself to keep walking.

Sway, sway, sway. The irritation of knowing that she was so bare and so...exposed was something that she hadn't felt before. As a Beastrider, there was little in the way of shame of having one's body on display. After all, one did have to fight in and out of armor, and there were times when people would see things. That much was unavoidable.

However, due to the taint that still lingered, she was aware of her curves and her body in a way that she had never been before. The soft bounce of her breasts, the way that the weight of them dragged them sideways when she leaned over, the way that her rump squeezed and ground the cheeks against each other as she walked: all of those things were new. Even when the disobedient thing was soft, her shaft would slap between her thighs, rubbing over one and then over the other like someone's hands.

It was a thoroughly distracting way of living when merely moving made one aware of their assets to that degree.

She took a deep breath and let it out again as she climbed a root, making her way up the side of a tree. The loincloth in front covered her shaft, allowing her to press herself tight to the tree, and it flattened her breasts against her chest as she shimmied her way up. Even with that, she could feel the jiggle and bounce that they wanted to do, and more than once, she could feel them on the verge of sliding out of her bra completely. She had to stop, adjust, and then get back to climbing every time that she felt one about to bounce free, and she shook her head as she blushed from the experience.

This should not be embarrassing...I am a Beastrider. This is normal.

Yet, at the same time, it wasn't. She wasn't supposed to be embarrassed, true, but that was when she was in combat, when she was fighting off those that made armor a hindrance rather than a help. This was a naked walk in the jungle, something that was both dangerous and more than slightly stupid. Any other Beastrider would have berated her for going out without her armor and not knowing the terrain or the dangers outside the village, yet here she was, doing exactly that.

Her only excuse was that it was...freeing. She felt better without her armor, without the weight and the discomfort that came from all that heat and pressure on her body. With her scales exposed, with the wind running over her body and through her hair and the fur on her tail, she felt herself.

She felt...free.

She reached the top of the tree, sitting on a branch and feeling it denting her rump cheeks. She wiggled, getting comfortable, her legs dangling down, and she took a moment to adjust her breasts in her bra. Dragging at the piercings through her nipples so that they weren't at risk of tearing the cloth, she flicked her eyes back and forth along the other riverbank, looking for any signs of invaders.

Distracted as she was by the wind in the trees, the pressure of the branch behind her, and the continued twitching between her legs, Exia had barely scanned half the opposing shore when a cry for help echoed through the air. She whipped her head around, staring at the village of Stoneshore. A fire had caught on some of the houses on the north side, and she could see shadowy figures approaching from the south, as well.

How?

She whipped her head around, belatedly seeing the rafts a quarter-mile upstream, hidden in the shadows and painted with pitch. They had been camouflaged for the dark and rowed across the river when it was next to impossible to see them. Footprints in the muck proved that there were large invaders crossing, too, perhaps even T-Rexes at the head of the tribe.

The night had just gotten much more interesting.

Throwing herself from the branch to the riverbank, she turned and ran along the shore. Everything bounced in the process, swaying and jiggling, but now she had adrenaline coursing through her veins. She had everything she needed to keep from being distracted.

#

After freeing Kazra from the stables, she sent the dracoline south. He could push through with the rest of the villagers and hopefully secure a path to the boats. If nothing else, it would make it harder for the attackers to break through and hurt anyone. She, on the other hand, needed to go north and see what could be done with the fires. The villagers were fleeing, running as fast as they could, and she had to fight against that tide.

She carried a spear in one hand and a sword in the other, grabbed at a run from the stables. She had a feeling that she'd forgotten something, but she didn't pause to think. Instead, she pushed forward through the dusty streets, shoving against the many villagers that were trying to run her down, and -

And ran right into a trio of raptors. They were shorter than her by a head, but they were long of leg and short of arm. They carried spears in hand, their scales bathed in some sort of shimmering oil that made them reflect the firelight, and their eyes were sharp and focused. As they approached, their loincloths swaying from side to side, they caught sight of her. One of them pointed with his spear, laughing.

"Looks like we found the village breeder!"

Breeder?

Exia looked down, and she realized what she'd forgotten. Her armor was still in the stables, and she was still almost naked. Her breasts were covered, but only barely, the cloth wet from a fall into the river and nearly exposing her breasts and nipples, and the lower part of her loincloth only covered her shaft, and that only barely.

You...idiot...

She was still shocked at her own nudity, and wasn't paying attention. One of the raptors walked right up to her and grabbed her by the breast, his claws sinking through the cloth as he squeezed her.

"Heh, look at this fat boob. Perfect for -"

Whatever it might have been perfect for was never said, as Exia brought the hilt of her blade down on the back of his head and sent him to the ground, unconscious. She stepped onto his back, grinding his face into the dirt, and pointed the tip of her spear at the others.

"Anyone else want to say something about my breasts?"

They looked at each other, their smirks dropping. That was good. Then the brought their spears down. That was also good.

She danced between them, avoiding the first thrust and ducking under the second. She swept her legs out, knocking the first raptor off his feet and turning to catch the spear-thrust of the second. Turning it with a twist of her wrist, she brought her heel up into his guts, while her tail swished around and hit the recovering raptor in the head.

They both went down as she stood up, groaning and huffing for air. Yet, even as she stood over them, she still had reason to blush. They weren't out cold like the first raptor, and their eyes went right to her breasts, and then down to her loincloth.

"Heh...the breeder knows how to fight," one of them muttered, rubbing the side of his jaw. "Think you can fight us all, breeder?" he asked.

"I'm not a breeder."

"No? Dressed like one, and got the tits for one."

"I'm a Beastrider."

"Heh, you'll be riding a pair of beasts when Takar and Catar get their hands on you."

"Who are they?"

"Our leaders. You're not going to beat them."

"We'll see."

She took her eyes off of him for no more than a second, but he darted for his spear before she could stop him. The Doryaan managed to leap back enough to avoid getting stabbed in the chest, but the point of his spear still caught her bra. Even as she cut the shaft with her sword, disarming him, she felt the cloth give way -

Boing.

And her breasts dropped free, bouncing up and down. The raptor stared at them, his wide eyes sending a throb right down to her crotch. She ignored it as best she could, kicking him in the stomach, and then whacking him across the back of his head the way that she'd done with the first of the trio.

The last of the raptors knew enough to stay down, and he dragged himself off to the side of the street. She nodded at him, then turned to look towards the burning pillars at the north side of the village.

Okay...fighting with my breasts out today. That...shouldn't be too bad...I hope...

Yet, if the walk by the riverbank had made her focus on her rump, the walk down the street made her focus on her breasts. Bouncing, bouncing, bouncing, weighed down by the bone crescents that went through her nipples, and they were big enough that the bouncing was hard enough to not pay attention to, anyway. Without her bra to support them, she was swaying more than she liked, and it sent slight aches through her shoulders as she fought to keep her balance.

Yet, there was still more to fight, still more to do, and she couldn't slow down or slack off if she wanted to see the village safe.

Into the fray she went.

#

_Duck, leap, feel the tug of her curves as she moved through the air. She slammed her shoulder into one of the raptors, knocking him off-balance and taking him to the ground. Rolling off him, she swung her hip to the side, catching another male in his hip and sending him down. Her spear danced, clubbing him out cold. _

Eyes on her, staring at her bare breasts, a hand from an injured male cupping her rump. Her cheeks burned and she was forced back, trying and failing to not think about what they obviously wanted.

#

_Forward, disarming one after another, the raptors distracted just enough for her to get the edge again. They stared at her breasts, at her ass when they were behind her. They grabbed for her, but the hesitation between grabbing for her hands and grabbing for her breasts was enough to give her the advantage. She batted them away, forced them back. _

When they stared at her, she felt embarrassed, but knew what it meant. A tool. A chance. A distraction.

She had to use that advantage, and use it she did, exaggerating her movements, walking with a sway in her hips. All eyes were on her, and reluctantly, she enjoyed it.

#

_Adrenaline pumping, her body moved as if it was used to fighting naked, as if she always used her curves to distract her opponents. Exia grinned, pushing through the fire and smoke, going body to body with the raptors. None of them expected a female to fight against them like this, and as far as they were concerned, that was what she was. _

They didn't see the growing bulge in her constantly-moving loincloth. They only saw her breasts, her hips, her ass. They stared at her as she pushed close, locking spears with them, staring down at her breasts until she could headbutt them, or trip them, or knock the breath from their lungs. One dirty trick after another.

She pushed, and they fell back, retreating from the village. Some ran further than the others, probably to report. She didn't care. She was winning. Let everyone come to see her. Let them come and try to stop her.

#

Exia was in the grip of a heated fury, a strange lust that ran through her from head to toe. Her nipples had reached a fine point, and she was huffing and puffing, sucking in her gut with each breath and looking skinnier, then letting out and letting all those muscles puff out. Her shaft was half-hard, throbbing with excitement, and her sex gushed behind her sac.

Perhaps, in such a state, it was forgivable that she didn't notice the trap that was laid before her until it was too late.

The Doryaan had seen the brown and green scales of a T-Rex in the distance, someone that was in shadow from the flames and smoke. Remembering the footprints at the river, she knew that this had to be the leader, or at least, one of them. Takar, Catar. The names from the raptor returned to her, and she leveled her spear at him as she charged down the street. Her bra long-since discarded, her loincloth soaked with sweat and blood, she was as close to feral as she had ever been.

A pity, as she might have had the chance to fight him if she had managed to stay on the ground. However, by the time that she felt the touch of rough rope against her toes, it was too late. As soon as she stepped down, something yanked tight around her ankle, and she was pulled right off her feet. She tumbled backwards, too late seeing the rope that went down and off to the side of the T-Rex, and she heard the grunt of someone just out of view.

She hung from her ankle, the rope holding her tight. With the blood rushing to her head, she actually calmed down a bit. Not much, as she was furious from being caught, but enough to think. Enough to notice that her heavy breasts were falling almost right into her face, nearly enough to bump her in the nose.

Dropping her sword to give her a free hand, she pushed her breasts back down, using one arm to cover her nipples in the process. As she did, another T-Rex stepped out from the shadows, casually holding the other end of the rope. His arm bunched up with muscles, yes, but he was holding her up with just one hand rather than the two arms that most warriors would need.

"Heh, she was raging, wasn't she, Catar?" the brown-green one she'd been charging said. "I saw the anger in her eyes."

"I'm surprised you could see anything but her boobs with her that angry."

"Well, I am a warrior. I can see a threat."

"She's not a threat anymore."

Big mistake if you really think that.

The two Rexes approached her, and she pointed the spear at them. Not from the base, but from the middle, allowing her the freedom to swing it as needed as well as just stab. The two males looked down at her from a height that topped her by at least a foot, and they chuckled as they looked down at her.

"Hoist her higher," the brown-green one said.

Catar - she assumed that was his name - gave her a light tug, and she rose up further. Her head hung at groin level for them, and she could just make out that they were...

Well, they were endowed. Very, very endowed, with rods that were slowly sliding along the fabric of their loincloths. Catar's was already poking free, stiffer than the other male, and she could smell the soft musk that was coming off them. They were looking at her quite eagerly, and she was grateful, more than usual, for the way that her loincloth tended to fold backwards rather than forwards during fast moves.

Unfortunately, there were two of them. She couldn't menace them both, and as Catar held her attention, the other darted forward and pulled.

"Ah!"

She gasped as her loincloth was yanked out of the way, exposing her shaft, her sac, and her pussy. The instinct to reach up and cover herself left her breasts exposed, and gave the brown-green Rex the chance to rip her spear away at the same time. In less than a second, she had been completely disarmed.

"Heh, what do we have here?"

"Looks like she's got both sets, Takar," the brown-blue Rex said, chuckling as he ran his free hand along her thigh. "She ain't shy either, is she?"

"If she's that wet already, definitely not."

"Get...your hands...away from me," she huffed.

"Fat chance, breeder."

"I'm not...a breeder."

"Yeah?"

Exia opened her mouth to spit an insult, only to let loose a gasp of pleasure instead as a knobbly, scaly finger shoved its way into her pussy. She was wet enough from being stared at for the whole night, from the bouncing of her own curves, from the exposure of her body that she just took it, and she was shocked at just how sensitive she actually was. The pressure of that finger, the way that it rubbed against her inner walls, hit exactly the spots needed to -

Deeper, and she gasped again, her shaft rising, twitching, and then falling against her belly. Catar chuckled.

"Look at that. She's so eager that she's barely fighting it."

"Looks like it's true. The small females are nothing but breeders."

"Yeah. But that cock..."

"I know. Let's make it soft."

Catar grabbed her by the shaft, giving it a few hard pumps, and she gritted her teeth. That, in combination with Takar's finger in her sex, had her dripping in short order from both her wet slit and her hard shaft. She gritted her teeth, trying not to moan, but it was next to impossible. The pleasure already flooding through her made it all too clear that she was expected to moan, to enjoy this, and...

And she did, on some level. The thrill of being exposed, the sensation of being gripped and held, the way that everything was coming down on her at once: it made her feel something that she had never felt before. The feeling didn't have a word, but it made the risk of being actually taken, the possibility of being rutted that much harder to resist. Her throbbing shaft drooled down on her heavy breasts, almost hitting her in the face.

The two males were both aroused, too, showing off shafts that put the villagers to shame. Catar was long, a bit slender, but girthy enough for the average male. Big enough to push his loincloth to the side, at least, showing off a rod that led down to orbs that were as big as her fist, each. How he walked, she had no idea.

But if he was large, than Takar was enormous. His shaft was thicker than any of the tendrils that she had taken at the temple before, and worse, it was long. So long, long enough that she knew that if he got it inside of her, she would see the bulge in her belly before he was even completely hilted.

Yet, at the same time, her fear warred with her excitement, leaving her wetter, harder, stiffer, drippier. The males chuckled.

"She smells wanting, doesn't she?"

"Yes, she does," Takar said. "Don't worry, breeder. You'll get what you need."

One finger became two, then three, plunging into her. The sensitivity that had been left behind meant that she had nothing to fight against it, leaving her easy prey as they played on her lust. Catar pulled her up a bit more, tucking the rope under his arm so he had another free, and he reached down for her breasts. He found the piercing that went through her nipple and tugged on it, making her hiss in pleasure.

"Marking yourself, breeder?"

"Nnngh..."

"Don't worry. We have plenty of marks for you."

Stroke, finger, pinch, pull. She was huffing, gasping in pleasure that she didn't entirely want, but her body was forcing on her from the sensitivity and her own helplessness. Even as she fought against the indignity, even as she strained to fight, she was made to take it, to feel that pleasure rising higher and higher. She curled her toes, the tight rope pulling against her, keeping her leg in the air and her sexes on display.

She gasped, she moaned...

And finally, just as she was about to reach the end of her ropes, she came. Catar squeezed at the base of her cock, stroking her hard and fast to milk it, and her slit juiced around Takar's fingers. She shook from head to toe, the spasms running through her muscles making her softer parts jiggle again. She could feel her rump cheeks almost vibrating against each other from the intensity of that orgasm, and she slumped down against the ropes as the two T-Rexes pulled their hands back.

As they congratulated each other, she had a moment of clarity. Without the lust burning through her brain, she had the chance to think, to know what she needed to do. Smirking, she swung her tail around, jabbing it into the noose around her ankle. A little pressure, and -

Thump.

She fell, twisting to land on her feet. Grabbing her spear as the two Rexes pulled back, she stood in a combat stance, one foot forward, the other back, and she gripped her spear tighter this time.

"Alright. Round two," she said, spinning it around her a couple of times before pointing it between the two warriors again. "Who wants to go first?"

"Heh, do you really want to fight, breeder?" Catar asked. "We saw how much you liked that."

"For the last time, I'm not a breeder."

"You will be," Takar said. "But I'll indulge you. What do you think you are?"

"A Beastrider."

She took a moment to enjoy the look of shock on his face, then charged into the fray. Swinging the butt of her spear down and forward, she tripped Catar before he could bring himself to bear, then turned to Takar.

There were no weapons to fight, just rough arms and claws. He swung for her, only for her to catch the blow on the shaft of her spear. It pushed her back a pace, her toes digging into the dirt for leverage and the chance to slow herself down. Catar was back on his feet, and the two males circed her, each one looking for an opening.

Exia smiled. She had no more openings for them to take anymore. She didn't have anything that they could take advantage of. She was a warrior, and one that didn't care about others seeing her any longer. She grabbed at her loincloth, pulling it to the side, exposing her cock, her balls, everything that she had beneath it. The way that the T-Rexes were staring at her, the way that they were obviously unnerved by her lack of embarrassment, only fed that ego and that power that had awakened inside of her. She grinned, feeling almost manic at the way that her body was feeding her such pleasure, such energy.

"I am Exia Ironsoul. And you are doomed."

She spun and leaped into the attack, and this time, there was nothing that the males could do to stop her.

#

The fight was won shortly after. Once Kavra returned to her, having cleared the way to the boats for the people, the fight was decided. It was all but won, anyway, but with the presence of her mount, there was no question. She defeated them soundly, sending them running with their tails - and shafts - between their legs. Prisoners were taken, kept as hostages against the raiders' good behavior, and she knew that it would be far harder for them to drum up the bravery to bring any other warriors against Stoneshore for some time.

She, however, was going to have a much harder time shedding her new reputation.

Once the males had fled, the villagers had returned, and they had seen her in the nude. The way that she had defended them without a stitch to cover her, the way that she had stood seemingly without shame before the various warriors that the raiders had sent against the village, had earned her a powerful esteem among the people of Stoneshore. They called her the Naked Guardian, and from the way the males and females muttered among themselves, it was clear that that was her new name, as far as they were concerned.

Exia shook her head as she returned to the stables, leading her mount at her side. The dracoline watched her as she walked him into the stables, cocking his head to the side and looking her up and down. The bond made him intelligent enough to know that there was something off, something different. She shook her head, patting his and leading him to the stall that he'd been sleeping in before the attack.

"Rest. You need it as much as me."

"Raar."

"You do. Get some sleep."

She pushed him in, and eventually, he settled. She walked to the back of the stables, looking at the pile of armor that she could have gotten into before the fight, then sighed and settled down on her mat. It was going to be a short sleep tonight, but at least she would be able to rest a little before she had to do her daily duties.

As she got comfortable, she half-expected her shaft and sac to start bothering her, or her sex to start clenching behind them, or her nipples to rise and beg for attention. Surprisingly, none happened. Maybe she'd just burned out a bit on all the pleasure that she'd gotten from the fight, or, more likely, maybe it was a temporary thing that would come back if she didn't do something to take care of it later.

Either way, it was a relief to fall asleep without the usual kinky dreams. She closed her eyes, drifting off, and wondered if, maybe, the title of 'Naked Guardian' wasn't that bad, after all.

The End

Summary: Exia has a small problem. A little corruption makes her all too aware of her body and leaves her very sensitive. Not that bad, normally, but what happens when she has to fight?

Tags: M/H, M/M/H, groping, fingering, masturbation, bondage, tribal, Doryaan, T-Rex, dinosaur, raptor, fight, fighting, curves, barefoot, loincloth, orgasm, cum, exhibitionism, embarrassment,