She'd tensed up accordingly when he played with her on the ground. It was good entertainment to see murder rise like a chill to her fern eyes, but his cock throbbed warmer when he read how well she knew her new position. His face extended down toward her, then, to cement what she was thinking. My wolf. She didn't know her full predicament, he suspected, that everything she did pleased him, since none of it was real rebellion. She served well as a reminded for the men that Raud was their god now. It was quite delightful she was so affected by their mockery. It might have been boring to take a wolf that was dumb and primal when wearing their skin, too.<br/><br/>She parted her legs well when he placed her on the horse, and stayed when he got himself up there quickly, too. Fighting her father had been mostly tricks, so Raud was not exhausted. The men had taken care of the bulk of the fight, which seemed to be alright with them as long as their leader earned his position by reasserting it. Something heavy made a dull sound behind Raud, a felt draped over the rear of the heavy mount. Even the Bodil nodded his head deep as he passed the Sejders on his way out. The shamans of the Cindermen were pivotal to their way of war. They foraging was on the smoking battlefield where the Ember Lily found its spring.<br/><br/>The horse trampled logs to puffs of ash on it way out of the circle that marked her family grave. She'd likely never return. Maybe she could have thought something sentimental to send her parents off, if she believed in things like that, but it could be hard to be beautifully sullen with his cock knocking on her back in rhythm with the hooves. For now, Raud was content with that, gripping the reins of the stately beast that carried them. Every now and then he'd gather both leather straps in one hand to have feel of one of her breasts. If she struggled he'd let her. It kept his limb hard against her spine.<br/><br/>The further they went from the once fire, the more invasive the night became. They were not returning the way they'd arrived, and had agreed on setting their camp deeper into the forest. Riding by a river she most likely knew, was a bitter experience without fur, but he didn't make a sound or a gesture to suggest he suffered from it. Still, when they'd stayed in the nagging breeze for a while he pushed her forward, as though he was tired of her, fed up with her uninviting silence. He put the felt around himself while she had her place closer to the rising neck of the horse.<br/><br/>The animal that held them seemed to know the way. Perhaps the Sejders had been at the camp already. It let Raud keep his eyes on Varga where she sat, having to embrace the seat widely, considering its width and her lacking composition. With the horse moving like it did, it looked like the girl was having her way with the animal. He grinned to himself and pulled the felt tighter around his body, slapping the ends of the reigns at her shoulder blades for sport. He flicked harder eventually, deciding to leave welts.