Under normal circumstances, the sudden appearance of such an unusual creature would have resulted in Xavier's sword at, if not through the creature's throat.  But this was by no means a normal circumstance.  More than being alarmed at such an unnatural creature, Xavier's main concern was Dolly's body and his claim upon it such as he saw things.  He used his strength, reaching down to Dolly's hips with both hands as he moved behind her, then pulling her hips back forcefully.  He lifted the tattered folds of her dress with one hand, then wrapped his fist into the cloth to keep control of her lower half.  Xavier spent so much time and effort keeping his libido under control that when he lost that control it was as if a damn broke.<br/><br/>His free hand fell from her hip and he quickly began to undo his own breaches, eager to slake his thirst for pleasure.  His arousal such that it took some effort to free himself, the momentary frustration merely building the anticipation.  Gripping his base he used his manhood to probe Dolly's sex, she didn't seem like the underpants type but he was about to find out.  He stroked his length along her folds, his intentions not difficult to divine.  He used his feet to kick Dolly's feet wider, giving him better access.  He doubted she was the resistant but that mattered little to him at the moment one way or the other.