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Carthalo stroked her cheek, feeling her smooth, cold skin and brushing the jet black hair out of her eyes. “I can’t… Carthalo began to pump his hips back and forth, slowly and steadily shoving his cock into her. But,” his face grew serious, and he looked her dead in the eye “he is in danger, and I owe that man my life. Carthalo stroked her cheek, feeling her smooth, cold skin and brushing the jet black hair out of her eyes. In the morning, Lydia woke up to see Carthalo strapping on his armor and packing his gear. Bits of leather, iron, and fur fell to the floor in succession revealing the dark, muscled physique of the Redguard swordsman.
