With her home disappearing behind them, now a graveyard for everything she loved and adored. The further the horse took them, the more obvious it became that her womanly flesh was made to withstand anything without protection. The fires had warmed her home as they’d trapped her family and the sudden lack of heat raised goosebumps across the pale expanse of her skin.<br/><br/>Eithne, now Varga, didn’t look up, instead focusing her conquered gaze on the horses strong, muscular neck. It took all she had to ignore the presence of the tall man’s cock against her back and when he groped her breasts, it was rather shrink away and press herself into him, or remain still and appear docile under his hands. Neither were choices she agreed to.<br/><br/>He pushed her away after a time, as night’s bitter breeze picked up, as if pushing them down the river trail the horse followed. From the corner of her eye she saw the heavy fabric he wrapped himself into, the sight only making her flesh more aware of the chill. Goosebumps felt to be permanent fixtures and her breasts now featured pink nipples hardened against the cold. The horse offered little warmth, as his short hair worked to keep the heat in. The space between her thighs was the only warmth she found and she shivered over the horses neck, wrapping slender arms around herself stubbornly.<br/><br/>Jealous of him and his luxury of clothing and therefor warmth, she fought with herself over the prospect of freezing. She could barely feel her toes, fingers were next and with nothing as barrier between her and the elements, it was either shift to find solace in fur to force herself closer to the evil man. One would spell her death, of that she was certain. The other made her stomach roll all over again.<br/><br/>She couldn’t fathom how much had time had passed, or how far they’d gone. Her focus had been spent on not falling off the lumbering creature and very little on the passing scenery around them. None of it mattered. What mattered was behind them. She’d long since lost the ability to shed any more tears and what was left was indifference. It was that indifference that led her to shift back on the horse, ignoring the fact that his sex was pressed directly onto the animals spine. She sought warmth and survival.