The day passes slowly for Pocahontas, every tick of the clock drawing her closer to the possibility of danger. She tries to keep busy, tidying up their room and humming softly to herself, but her thoughts keep drifting back to B and his mission. As evening draws near, she can't help but feel a mixture of anticipation and worry swirling in her stomach.

Finally, the door opens and B returns, his expression weary yet determined.

Pocahontas's eyes shine with relief as she takes him in. "That is wonderful news, my love! I'm so proud of you for standing up to him." She steps closer, her hand reaching out to touch his cheek gently. "I can't wait to see what tomorrow will bring."

Her heart swells with love and admiration for this man who has become her world. Together, they face whatever challenges may come, their bond stronger than any obstacle.

As they reach their climax together, Pocahontas arches her back, throwing her head back in ecstasy as she feels the hot rush of pleasure coursing through her body. Her voice raises to a shriek and her muscles tense violently, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout Cliff's own frame as he collapses against her, panting heavily.

When their breathing finally returns to normal, they stare into each other's eyes, the connection between them still strong despite the physical release they just shared. Pocahontas smirks and cups Cliff's face in her hands. "Now we go find more white people to kill." She kisses him roughly before letting go of his face and turning away, ready to continue on with their bloody vengeance.