Before long, the bubbles began to lessen. The struggles of the rest of her body also slackened. The traveler waited patiently until all movement had stopped. And then waited even longer, just to be sure.

Once assured of the bandit’s departure, he removed his penis from her ass and stood up. He stretched his arms and legs, sore from maintaining their hold on her for so long. He now had all the time in the world. He removed his heavy woolen robe and draped over a nearby rock. It had gotten fairly wet in the struggle but would dry nicely in the sun.

His attention finally turned to the body of the bandit, motionless save for the pull of the river’s current, which tugged at her hair. He stared at her flowing mane for a moment before finally dragging her unceremoniously to the shore.

Knife in hand, he carefully cut off her soggy shirt and what remained of her pants. He didn’t want to get any blood on himself and so was careful as he went about his task. A leather chestpiece of armor had effectively concealed her bust but her pale, smooth breasts were now exposed. The traveler had seen bigger but didn’t complain as he idly squeezed at the soft mounds.

Carrying her limp body in his powerful arms, he found a relatively smooth patch of grass near the shoreline. He laid her down on her back and positioned himself over her. Although the lubricating potion had dried somewhat, he entered her easily and began humping leisurely, letting the warmth of the sun dry his body. All the time in the world.

To get a different angle, he rose to his knees and lifted her ass up from the ground with both hands. Her head lolled to the side and her arms rested loosely on the ground. Taking in the smells of the nearby river and the soft babbling sounds of its current, he thrust this way until his arms became tired. He then laid her back down.

To achieve the deepest penetration, he bent her legs back, toward her head. Few women were capable of bending their legs all the way back to their heads and the bandit was no exception. But with a little force, her joints creaked as her ankles were bent back to her ears.

Resting his body weight completely on her, the traveler thrust as deeply as he could, his balls slapping against the outside of her vagina. He now stared down at her face. There was a slight trickle of blood running from her nose but she was otherwise undamaged. Her lips were beginning to turn purple and his powerful thrusts began to bring a small trickle of river water from her mouth. Her gazed into her hazel eyes that stared back at him blankly.

Approaching climax, he arched his back and grabbed at her breasts, his thrusting becoming more erratic and intense. He released inside of her and collapsed onto her body to catch his breath.

He pulled his softening penis from her and squatted over the river to wash himself. His robe was now mostly dry and he turned his attention to the belongings in the bandit’s belt pockets. Eight copper coins, a small knife and a few moldy bits of cheese. He pocketed the coins and remembered the gold that he had dropped back in the middle of the road. They hadn’t gone far and he was confident that he could relocate the spot and resume his journey from there. Her other belongings, as well as the shredded remains of her clothing, were tossed into the river.

He walked back to the bandit herself. Her body lay limp in the grass, eyes still open and staring at nothing. The traveler did her one courtesy and closed her eyes before dragging her body to the river and pushing it it, allowing the current to carry it downstream.

“Should have taken my offer,” he muttered to himself, shaking his head.