Yes... give her other pleasures

To go into Corinne as a lover feels like a line you should not cross - and in any event, with the circumstances as they are and so soon after your vigorous session with Trina, you're not sure of your ability to perform! But, there is another way... and you suspect that it will be something new to her, perhaps even more effective.

"Should I not make you ready first?" you ask Corinne, kneeling down before her.

"What do you mean?" she asks, looking wary, perhaps even a bit frightened as you move in close, lowering your face down between her legs. "What are you... you..."

Her next words are lost as she stiffens and draws in a deep breath at the first touch of your tongue between her nether lips, a breath which comes out in a long, low moan.

"Oh, sweet heaven!" she whispers. "I never... I never dreamed of this! Oh Xavier, it is true, you are my one and only love..."

Normally, you would be gratified to hear a woman respond such to you, but her moans and gasps make it difficult for you to hear what may be going on outside - and you very much want to hear more clearly, as you could swear that there were noises coming from beyond those stout oak doors. It could have been the horses, of course; or, perhaps the giant is watching, an idea which does not sit well! Then, an even worse thought comes to you - if he NOT watching, but is instead alone with Trina, what might he try to do to her?

The idea makes you instantly lose focus on what you are doing; you jerk back away from Corinne involuntarily, unable to continue. The look of intense pleasure on her face turns to shocked surprise. "Why do you stop?" she whispers.

You find yourself unable to answer. Your muscles tense as you turn to make a run for the door, no matter what the consequences; the image in your mind of Trina, shackled and helpless before the giant of a man who may be having his way with her even now, has driven reason from your mind.

Then, Corinne's hand holds a dagger. You never saw from where she pulled it; perhaps she has held it all this time. The glint of sunlight off its blade halts you, as you know that if you ran for the door, she could have it in your back in a heartbeat - and on your knees, you could not possibly spring toward her quickly enough to disarm her, and such an action could only end with the knife in your chest or throat!

For a long moment, the two of you stare at each other, her face becoming slowly contorted with rage as she realizes your deception, and she begins to raise the weapon. You no longer have a choice - it is now, or never!