Winlay

His sword was halfway from the sheath before he recognized Winlay's perfect figure. Years of training stopped his first strike, but he wondered if Winlay might be even more dangerous to him than the most skilled warrior.

"Oh" He said quietly as he slid the bright blade back into the sheath. "Sorry, I guess I'm a little wound up." Winlay stepped closer to him and touched him gently on his forearm. Her face was flushed, and he could see the rapid rise and fall of the shirt that clung to her bosom. Adam wondered if it was heat or excitement that caused her hyperventilation.

"Like those boilers," she said gazing past him at the looming containers. "Do you think they really could destroy the convent if the pressure became too much?"

"I don't know." Admitted Adam. "I don't have much experience with this kind of situation. But if the pressure keeps building with no way to release it, there could be an explosion." He tried to keep the answer neutral, but everything he said when he spoke to her seemed charged with sexual nuance. This was no exception and Winlay stepped even closer and her lips parted invitingly as she lifted her mouth to his.

"I think you're right." Her voice was just barely a whisper, but Adam understood. He put his calloused hands gently on her slight shoulders feeling the warmth of her skin through the cotton shirt and caressed the soft pale skin at the base of her throat. Her breathing changed to gasps as he felt the flutter of her veins against the balls of his thumbs. In response her slight hand lifted to his broad chest and pressed against the bare skin of his chest where the linen shirt stretched open.

"What can we do about it?" Adam asked again, somehow his lips were just centimeters from hers; he could smell the scent of Sister Margaret's lavender soap mixed with her sweet smell and his fingers tightened possessively in response.

"We have to try something." Her words were almost a moan as his lips claimed hers fiercely. He used one of his strong arms to lift her easily to her toes excited by the eager way she met his kiss. Her soft lips opened to his in an invitation and Adam didn't hesitate to take advantage of her welcome. His tongue explored the softness of her small mouth while her breasts were crushed to his chest and his hips pressed against hers. He felt her legs wrap around his as she squirmed and moaned responsively in his arms, surprised by each new way he found to increase their pleasure. To think that this innocent novice could have been Beldan's latest victim made his heart ache, but the feeling of her response to his touch made everything inconsequential.

Adam used his free hand to slide under her shirt and explored the soft flesh in the valley between breasts. He half expected Sister Winlay to protest, in fact the more noble part of him was hoping that the novice would have the strength of will that he lacked. In spite of the events of the day, or perhaps even because of them, instead of protesting, Winlay arched her breasts higher in invitation and her hands lifted his shirt and slipped under the damp material to press against the bare skin of his chest. Adam was surprised at how completely Winlay was offering herself to him. Did she realize how exciting her response to his kiss was? At the moment he was beyond caring about the consequences, he drove his thigh between her legs pressing the mound of her sex. His hands reached under her shirt lifting the hem high as he exposed her panties beneath.

His erection was rock hard and pressed against her soft belly, his mouth lifted from hers as he cupped the soft curve of her ass and squeezed her cheek with his strong fingers. He could feel her will about to break and he looked for a place where he could lay her on her back and spread her legs. The growing need that had been eating at Adam since the rescue and his first meeting Winlay was about to explode.