<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/Cyra_Melchior.jpg)</div><strong>Cyra Melchior</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/18KfvmYsCp9czN5pAfm_K_0lIC9geiVLqz-9pA0j0RfU/edit)<br/><br/>Cyra gave a low whine.  The bastard hadn't even claimed her l ips, and yet she could allready feel him violating them, so close was he too her...  Her nipples tensed in spite of herself as it seemed that--at least in this excited state--even a crude brute like this could command her to submit...<br/><br/><em>I won't...</em>she moaned, feeling his lips drawing nearer.<em>Not for this wretched brute!  I'll fight him!  I'll...</em>She gave a maon...<br/><br/>Cyra had never dreamed of being so relieved to see a hobgoblin before!  AFter her rescue, she touched the barkeep on the shoulder and whispered, "Thank you, sir."  She stretched up to kiss him on the cheek, then fled to her room with her pack clenched tight under one arm.<br/><br/>A few moments on her bed, bossom heaving, and the Xeph girl began to relax.  It had been a good day, on the whole.  She deermiend that that bastard wouldn't dampen her spirits.  There was much still to see at this oasis, and maybe she could dance for the Lady?