Cromir was not completely unreasonable in his forcing of Braiya to suck his member. He knew he was well endowed, and he knew not every girl could fit him completely in their mouth without puking moments later. Aside from the glance, he was surprised that she went to work so obediently on his cock. She was certainly something as she handled his cock as best as she could with the limited amount of movement that she had and the limited room within her mouth and throat. Thus, there was only a slim chance through duration alone that Braiya would end up swallowing his load today. However, it certainly was enough to relieve his boredom as she changed from bobbing her head, to licking, to sucking his balls, to stroking, all of it compounded together and changing at a whim was enough to prevent it from getting stale. The mountain got comfortable, giving Braiya more room to rest herself as she worked on pleasuring him.<br/><br/>It was nearly an hour by the time that a scout had arrived at their location from the city. Cromir was leaned back and lounging on his rock when a scout arrived from the city. Nothing about his body language changed at the man's approach, showing dominance not only over Braiya, but over the scout as well. Cromir heard the man's words and half laid there for a moment, thinking about it all. Clearing his throat and sitting upright, he looked down at Braiya, patting her cheek.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300"> "You can take a break while I give this order," </span>Cromir said, a hint of a mocking tone in his voice. He cleared his throat before calling into the words.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">"Spread the word: the taxes roll by. We are here for the noble and only the noble!" </span>Cromir bellowed, making sure that everyone nearby heard that. "Make sure Jahaul hears it down on his end. Don't need him blocking the road." With that, the mountain leaned back onto the rock, gesturing for Braiya to continue once he was fully leaned back.<br/><br/>Another fifteen minutes passed before he heard the whinny of horses coming from down the road, with a smile, he leaned up. Even if this wasn't there target, he wanted to be fully visible for them to see the horror that they were lucky enough to avoid. First, he spread his legs a bit more, removing any way for Braiya to hide and to continue doing her assigned task. One hand adjusted the sword on his back a little bit, allowing it to show ever better past his back on either side. His right hand went to his knee, supporting him up as his left elbow did the same on his left leg. And his head turned towards the sound and waited. His eyes locked onto the carriage driver as they turned the bed down the road, head turning to keep the man in the center of his vision. When he was close enough, Cromir made sure that, despite the helmet, he was looking directly into the man's eyes. Cromir's gaze stopped following the driver and simply looked forward, casting his intimidation to any of those in the carriage. He repeated this with each of the four remaining carriages. With the news that this wasn't their target, his men were surely allowing themselves to be seen in the woods. It was a clear message to the convoy: this clan of bandits does not fear the crown. They were lucky, and that was it.<br/><br/>Once they were well out of sight, Cromir did not return to lounging on the rock. Instead, he did his best to focus while Braiya blew him, trying to listen for the sounds in the same way he listens for Pythus' wing beats in the distance. When he heard the first signs of it, he tapped Braiya on the head.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">"Enough,"</span>he said.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">"Tuck me back in."</span>Once she fulfilled his command, Cromir stood, grabbing her lead and walking towards the forest. He pointed out one of the men hiding in the trees and gestured for him forward.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">"You get the easiest job for the highest pay,"</span>Cromir said, handing him Braiya's lead.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300"> "Make sure she doesn't run.... and don't even think about sampling her." </span>Not waiting for a reply, Cromir turned and began to hobble back towards the road, drawing his blade. He used the rags on his body as well as his sheer size to hide the blade by turning his grip so that it pointed off to the side, perpendicular to him instead of parallel. He reached the road right as the carriage was drawing near to his location.<br/><br/>Naturally, the carriage slowed, the man riding shotgun leveling a crossbow on Cromir.<i>"Move out the way, pauper," </i>the guard asked, before the driver nudged him, seeing past the rags to the armor underneath. Cromir saw his ruse was up and jerked his head towards them, a wicked grin playing on his face under the helm. He flicked his free hand towards the man riding shotgun causing five sickly green needles to shoot out of his hand and fly true, piercing the man's armor and causing him to quickly decay. The driver reacted fast and snapped the reigns, causing the horses to begin to bolt forward. Cromir stepped back, and, moving his free hand to his blade, brought it up. With a single clean swipe, the massive blade was brought down through both of the horses' necks, thus causing the carriage to go careening forward, tumbling to a stop in the middle of the road.<br/><br/>All hell broke loose at this. The bandits dove out of the trees, beginning to fight the guards. The second carriage's door opened and a rabbit man in fine armor jumped out just before that carriage raced forward, going off road to swerve around the wrecked one. The beat of leathery wings could be heard moments before a roar as Pythus swooped down and picked up the runaway carriage in one front claw, and the horses in the other, carrying them up and away from the road. He peeled off the roof of the carriage and let it plummet some thirty feet to the ground, the horses unfortunately staying captured in his grasp. The last working carriage was surrounded, being protected as best as it could be by the guards, while the rabbit knight was squaring off with Lyali, a handful of bandits already dead around them. Cromir stood and looked, watching the carnage unfold for a moment, before walking to the first carriage and ripping the door off, peering in to a number of scantly dressed bunny girls. The mountain of a man laughed, beginning to reach in and pull the new slaves and fuck toys out for his gathering men to hold on to.