I want to serve you

(much of this thread was originally written by gunde - the changes I made were mostly for the sake of continuity)

"I want to serve you." There is no doubt in your mind that this aristocratic woman is offering her body to you, but there are more ways to serve than just sex.

"Are you sure, Lady Attenotis?" You ask her resting your hands on her shoulders and smiling with pride as she nervously nods.

"Then you can start by cleaning some of last night's mess off of me." Sophia looks more than a little surprised at your words. Clearly she was expecting something like you taking her then and there on the window ledge while her daughter lay sleeping just a few paces away on the bed.

Grinning broadly at her confusion you give into your desire for her, pulling her firmly into your arms so her full breasts mashed against your chest. It feels as wonderful as you had anticipated and you wrap your arms around her and plant a kiss on her lips. The speed with which she spreads them to accommodate your eager tongue for the first time confirms her readiness for you.

Holding her as close you as you can, you wrestle tongues with Sophia and let your right hand travel down to fondle one of her buttocks through the thin fabric of her gown just as she returns your embrace, her delicate hands rubbing against your back while your stiff prick presses against her soft belly.

Unsurprisingly, you’re close to slipping the hem of her gown up far enough that you can take her again right there on the spot, but you manage to assert enough control over your impulses to allow you to end the kiss and **** yourself free of her embrace, your smile returning at the sight of her attempting to resume the kiss almost as soon as your lips leave hers.

Clasping her hand, you meet her excited gaze and smile at the colour on her cheeks before taking her with you as you saunter past the sleeping Adrianna towards the opened door of the washroom you had found the night before. The feeling of her hips brushing against yours just as you step through the narrow doorway almost has you second guessing your slow pace.

You let go of Sophia’s hand and leave her where she is as you step into the basin, quickly freeing yourself of what few items that you were still wearing before handing her a bar of soap that was placed on a stand next to the basin.

“Leave the gown on,” You tell Sophia as she ogles your naked frame. Your cock is painfully hard in response to having a woman such as her gazing at you with such obvious lust, and you needn’t wait more than a second or two before she steps into the basin by your side.

“I thought it best to wash the stink off me,” Sophia’s eyelids flutter in surprise. Was that what she had been thinking as she led you to her room last night? You had stunk, there was no denying the fact. A woman as sophisticated as Lady Sophia could not have missed the stench of sweat and blood that covered every inch of you after weeks of campaining. Even after washing yesterday, a woman like her would still be acutely aware of your earthy musk, butSophia doesn't seem put off by it. She rubs the bar of scented soap between her slender fingers as you step into the cool stream of water that’s spewing out from the dryad's pretty green mouth.

Soon you grunt as Sophia stands before you, her once eligant gown now stained by the occasional spray of water as she lathers up your chest and stomach. She repeats the process of bringing her hands down towards your member before guiding them up towards your pecs again several times, suggesting that she’s slowly working up the courage to finally grasp hold of your cock. You don't mind the slow build-up to the inevitable, instead of rushing her you wait patiently while the flow of water washes away the evidence of last night's encounter with her daughter.

Finally, there’s a soft thud when the soap hits the basin between your feet; though you’re much more interested in how Sophia is grasping your member and is looking up at you as the girth and length of your erection fills her soapy hands.