Bring her to climax

You continue your ministrations, slowly bringing your fingers around and over her clit, eliciting ever more squirming from her. Just as you expect to hear Shireen moan again, she quickly bites down on her bottom lip, and just as quickly, your fingers stop moving. Her eyes quickly flash to yours, pleading this time.

"Now then, Lady Shireen - you should know, especially as one trained in the arts of etiquette, that it is exceedingly rude not to allow the man pleasuring you to hear your moans."

She looks at you, a great degree of mistrust and hesitancy coming clearly across her face - apparently she doesn't believe you.

"Well, I suppose if you think you know better than I do, than I might as well leave you to finish yourself," you say, slowly sitting up from the bedside. As you move to leave, however, Shireen grabs your arm.

"Wait," she says, "please don't leave me here. If I moan, then the entire castle might know about what is happening with you and with me."

"And what would be so bad about that?" you reply, a sly grin crossing your face once more.

Shireen's face pales at your impetuousness, "My reputation, your reputation, that of my house - that of my cousin! All would be at risk, and for what, some momentary pleasure?"

"Do you really think this is momentary," you ask her, leaning over to stare deep into her eyes. She quivers at the closeness of your body to her naked form, your breath on her ear, "do you honestly believe that after tonight I won't be coming back every day?"

"A-and what would you do each day?" she asks, nervously, though now you can sense the arousal creeping back into her voice, as well as desperation for you to help her finish.

"I would have you stripped of all clothing, every inch of your skin bare," you say, slowly tracing a finger from her neck, past her breasts, before stopping just short of her cunt, "and I would let you shake and quiver with anticipation," you continue, lowering your head to her neck, before laying your tongue across it and licking it, causing her to squirm more.

"Yes, and then..." Shireen trails off, her sense of propriety and chastity almost entirely shredded by your relentless seduction.

"Then I would use my fingers to bring you to your finish, and once your filthy moans have finished, and I am aroused, I would take you - all that which you would have pledged to your future husband will be mine, and I will take you, and I will spend my seed inside you."

Shireen's breathing has shallowed even more - each breath, anticipating, desiring - you haven't yet given her an orgasm and already she is yours.

"I'll do it," she says, suddenly, "I'll moan for you - please just touch me."

You smile - "I really was hoping you would say that." You lower your hand to her core once again, this time abandoning all pretense of a sort of sweetness - this is passion, raw and rough. Your fingers swiftly plunge into Shireen's core, pistoning their way in and out, her slick folds covering your fingers in her juices. Her moans come now, swiftly, each separated by just the swiftest panting. As you curl your fingers inside of her, Lady Shireen's back arches, before she collapses back to the bed, her body now covered with a sheen of sweat.

Finally, you rub her clit with your spare hand, as your other fingers continue to move around her cunt, and she climaxes. There was no moan now, instead she screamed - "GODS, JOHN, OHHH!" - before collapsing back to the bed, laying her arm across her breasts, breathing heavily as she came down from her high.

"That will suffice for this encounter," you tell, her, turning away from her as your erection strains at your pants. You take one last look at the lady before exiting and returning to your chambers.