<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/43/c9/48/43c948cf0b58d06216639103d490754d.jpg)</div>The conflict that is right now boiling within her.   Is besieged with confusion.    She wondered why he did not touch her.  Sure, he held her close.  Yet, his hands did claim any untoward conduct in how they held her.   Through, she could feel his bulge forming between them.   Did he not like her in such a way?   That for some reason bothered her.    If she new his thoughts on the unsullied.   For she does not recollect it ever having been said.   A oversight,  for the wise thing would have been for it to have been said.   But it hadn't.   Which if she knew his thoughts, she be glad it hadn't.<br/><br/>"I'am awake."  Is the response she gives to him.   Miserable because of the rain and all it brought with it.    Yet nothing to the frustration and growing ache she has between her thighs.   That likely will go unfilled.   More she thought about it.  She wondered how the heck he had equated a concubine a sex slave as untouchable.    Such is unbecoming of an empress to have such thoughts.  Yet she is a woman first.<br/><br/>Suddenly the wagon above is shaking in fast pace rhythm, which hopefully means that the two will be finishing soon.   Not realizing she is doing it as she has turned away more from Hellhound.   She begins to roll her  hips and bump her rear against the bulge.   Timing it with the thumping she heard above them.   All the while his fingertips now trailed over her breasts further exciting her.<br/><br/>