The view from the rear was, in a word, spectacular. Valka was wedged chest-first into the doorframe, her powerful shoulders and upper torso swallowed by the splintered wood. The rest of her, however, was on full, glorious display.
She wore some kind of scant, strained leather armor that looked more like fetish wear than battle gear. The straps bit into the thick muscle of her thighs and the soft flesh of her ass, leaving very little to the imagination and somehow managing to be both intimidating and incredibly arousing at the same time.
"Alright," I said, mostly to myself. "Let's try this the easy way." I gripped her waist, my fingers sinking into the solid muscle and soft curve of her hips. "On three. One, two, three!"
I heaved. I put my back into it, digging my bare feet into the floorboards. The result was not extraction. The result was a deep, chesty moan that vibrated through her body, up my arms, and straight down my spine. The wood groaned, but she didn't budge an inch.
