The sun cast light on their figures as they came out of the dark woods. Moonlight was a deep black color from hoof to tail. He sashayed up to the lazy horse talking to the other in short neighs. “Your caretaker?” Moonlight asked.

The other horse glanced at the red-faced old man raging himself up to a heart attack from the corner of its eye. “Unfortunately.”

“Tired?!” The Coachman echoed stomping his feet harder causing dust to rise up to the horse’s nostrils and make it sneeze. His tone was indignant as he repeated the word again. “Tired?! Does he think that I’m not tired?” He bent down to press his face closer to the side of the horse’s muzzle. “I’ll have you know that I rode carriages through the blistering sun with hives up my back and flies surrounding me like an oasis. Don’t bloody tell me about being tired! If my name was in the dictionary the definition of it would be tired!”

Dante and Moonlight stood there unable to close their mouths at the brazen attitude of this old man. “If it was so hard for you then wouldn’t it be even harder for the horse who has to carry a carriage that size?” Dante pointed at the gaudy carriage resting on the road. The design was much too intricate and much too colorful for such a peaceful setting. More importantly the carriage was irrationally too long. Almost the length of two horses combined. It would obviously take at least two horses to tow it forward, more if there was baggage inside. 

Inquisitor Cumdumpster; MF; Vaginal Sex; Dubious Consent; Mindbreak; Voyeur; Blackmail; Masturbation; Sex Toys; Fingering; NSFW; Creampie; Fantasy]

Summary:
This is the story of how Inquisitor Morgana Ardanas became a slave to the lustful pleasure of sex by the phallus of a lowly soldier. While secretly masturbating in her office with her pants off, Morgana forgot to double check if she had locked the door properly. She had not. This mistake was the beginning of the fall of her body. The soldier that had just moments ago been blown off by her haughty stride had caught her slimy handed after peeping through the door crack. Now that he had found out Morgana's terrible secret of not just masturbating but whom she was masturbating to, how could he not use it to work off a little steam? He boldly strode in and the rest is censored.

Excerpt:
Once upon a time, there was a very cold inquisitor.
“Inquisitor Morgana.”
Inquisitor Morgana Ardanas walked straight into her office ignoring the soldier who called out to her with a bunch of papers in his arms. She did not have the time for petty chit-shat about useless things.
The male soldier clicked his tongue. What a snobbish woman, he thought in a bad mood. He decided to come back later when her assholiness was not such a bitch. He watched her quickly open the door to her office as though there was a fire inside. His bad mood just became worse. He wondered what was so important that he had to be ignored. The thought kept nagging at him until he decided to peak into the crack of the door to the office for himself.
He first checked his surroundings to see if there was anyone around. The place was completely deserted. No one would dare to disturb the strong-willed military woman after all.
He cracked the door open so that the light from inside the room lit a yellow stripe down his eye.
“Draco!”
The male soldier fell onto his back in fright. Why had Inquisitor Morgana yelled her brother’s name so loudly? The male soldier was puzzled. The loud voice had scared him so badly that he completely forgot what he had seen. The male soldier once again looked around him to make sure no passerby saw that embarrassing spectacle before lifting himself up and once again crouching to get a look inside Inquisitor Morgana’s office.