Slightly unorthodox negotiating tactic

"Cal, wait!"

Osman desperately shouted over his horse's neck, but to no avail.

The noise made by the rushing wind was simply too strong for his voice to get out and reach the ears of the lady ahead. Especially not when the wind blew away from the girl, striking Osman right in the face.

'Oh, come on!'

Gritting his teeth both over his annoyance and due to the habit he developed while working under this unruly lass, Osman leaned his upper body down against his horse's long neck, all the while making sure to rock his hips to the rhythm of his steps.

With the bow of his saddle now digging directly into Osman's soft insides, it was a technique only the best of the best raiders could employ. While it wasn't that hard to actually assume, to resist the constant rocking of the saddle's stiff rim against one's stomach without throwing up all over the horse's neck…