The indention in the rocky hill barely served as protection, but it shielded the elements, and prevented anyone from sneaking up behind them while they slept. Although he doubted they would sleep much tonight.“I know this isn’t what you are accustomed to.” He wasn’t either. If he didn’t plan on fucking her through most of the night, he doubted he would be able to stand the bumpy surface of the cave floor, or its slimy sides. Not to mention the fact that they were barely sheltered.“Nothing that’s happened today is what I’m accustomed to.” She sounded grouchy, maybe a bit pouty.She stood, arms crossed, in her new clothes that did nothing for the incredible figure hidden underneath. The store they had purchased the items from catered to the working people of Grok, not the elite class. But the plain tan pants, and loose-fitting black shirt made her nondescript. He feared that mattered more given their circumstances, than advertising her true identity. There was no way to predict what would be in store for them once they left Poltar.“Best get accustomed to it.”
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