Challenge accepted

"You're a disgusting pig." Alicia hisses as you toy with her. "I despise you," she pauses for a quick breath before making the only decision she could under the circumstances, "but I'm not afraid of you or what you think you can do." Some small part of you hates having to release the pretty young captive, but you selected the older sister for a reason. If you wanted a forceful ****, you would have dragged back that virgin or the raving amazon chained to the pillar. Releasing her hands you give Alicia room to step away from you. It is difficult not to laugh at the girl as she pulls the gap in her tunic closed and stares at you defiantly.

"Good choice, my dear. Now sit." You tell her, gesturing to the pile of rugs in the back of the tent. "Would you like some wine?"

"You're going to get me drunk?" She almost laughs at your offer, "that is your great plan?"

"Relax," you chuckle, "I was planning to have a drink myself and it seemed rude not to offer you some as well."

"Don't try to charm me, Sir, I know what you Riders are like." There is something in her words that makes you wonder if this pretty young woman had an unpleasant experience with one of your brethren. Instead of pursuing what might be an emotionally charged memory you sit on the bed and tap the empty space by your side.

"Let's start with some gentle kissing, huh?" You see her lips tighten, but she has not forgotten the lesson of defying you, and sits primly on the edge of the bed leaving a safe gap between you. "Is this how you sat with Aurilius?" You laugh as you capture her wrist in your hand and pull it to your lips. "He must have been a very patient suitor." There is still a hint of perfume that lingers on the inside of her wrist and you take your time enjoying the scent and taste of her skin. Slowly you draw the young woman into your arms, and trace your finger tips along the line of her jaw.

"You are very beautiful." Your words come out as a soft breath, "it is no accident that out of all those women in that tent that I chose you." Perhaps reminding her of how she came to be here in your tent was not the best of strategies, but you could feel the pulse quicken against your fingers still softly holding her wrist. "I can't believe that any man could walk by you without bringing you out of those awful pens. There was no one even close to being as desirable as you."

"Not even my sister?" Alicia seems genuinely curious that you did not choose her pretty younger sibling. "You seemed pretty interested in feeling her up." The memory of how firm the young woman's breasts had felt as you groped her made you want nothing more than to compare them to Alicia's, but instead of plunging your hands through the crude 'V' cut into her tunic you brushed the ball of your thumb across her lips.

"Shhh…." You feel the full lower lip tremble as your thumb hovers above it. "I went looking for a woman, not a girl." You replace your thumb with a soft kiss, a gentle kiss that just flutters on her mouth, and for a moment you think you have her as her mouth softens and she leans ever so slightly into you, but then abruptly she stiffens and pulls back. Instead of getting angry you continue your gentle seduction.

"That was nice." You let her pull away, but keep a hold on her wrist stroking the soft skin with your fingers.

"Fuck you!" The words are crude, but lacked conviction as if she was trying to make up for her crumbling defenses by using shock tactics.

"That's the idea," You pull her gently back into your embrace, "but I have to convince you first, remember?"

"Stop!" Her whisper was even less convincing than the profanity. "I don't want you to kiss me. Not like that!"

"OK," You agree easily pulling back a little and releasing her wrist, "let's try something less personal." Before the poor girl even realizes what you are doing you slip your hand through the delightfully modified gap in her tunic and cup one of her plump tits in your hand. "I bet your Aurilious loved playing with these beauties." The heat from her flesh filled your hand. Unlike the first time you fondled her, this time you were gentle and smooth; there was no groping or rough pinching of her nipples just a slow soft caress that makes her tremble in your arms.