Even better than you hoped

You cannot help but smile when you see what Lady Relia has been hiding under her voluminous over-tunic. It is easy for a woman to claim that she is a stunning beauty when she is covered from head to toe in a concealing tent. But wearing her sleeveless undertunic, even though it falls nearly to her ankles, you get a much better sense of what Lady Relia looks like.

She's slender with a narrow waist, full breasts fill out the top nicely and the shape of her thigh draped by the long tunic is promising. The pale, smooth skin of her arms is nearly hairless, and you wonder if it is soft as it looks. Unlike the outer robes that were laced tightly to Lady Relia's neck, this garment is open at the base of her throat, and you can see just a hint of her breast through the gap in the robes.

"I can see why you fear falling into the hands of a man." You take a couple steps closer to where she is standing with her hands clenched together at her waist. "You would certainly be too much of a temptation for warriors hungry for female flesh to pass up on."

"What are you doing?" Relia backs a half step towards the wall behind her. "You mustn't touch me." Her two slaves hide smiles as they step to the side allowing you easy access to their mistress. There seems to be no love for Lady Relia from her ****-girls and you wonder what their grievance with her might be and how she mistreated the pair. You slowly close the gap as she backs across the room until her back is against the ledge of an open window and you stand only a hand's width from her trembling body. "You can't do this." Her voice lacks its former confidence, "I am a Lady of Athenapolis, not some street whore." You place your hands on her waist, pleased by the quiver that travels up her body and makes the plump breasts encased in her silky house-robes jiggle. Turning her around so she faces the view of the city below you step forward again and pin her ass against the window ledge with your hips. In the distance not far from the breached gates you can see squads of men breaking into houses and dragging struggling women back onto the streets by their hair.

"Look at those men," you whisper softly against her ear as you savor the feel of her backside rubbing against your groin. "Do you think the men taking this city are going to treat you like a Lady or a whore?"

"Please, Rider." Lady Relia stiffens against you, "That is why you must take me to the Lord Marshal's camp. No man has ever even seen me unclothed, I cannot risk falling into the hands of men like them."

"What about a man like me?" You ask again, deliberately rocking forward against her ass. "Can you risk falling into my hands?" You pull her silky soft blonde hair away from her neck and breath in the scent of jasmine as your lips brush against the soft skin just under her ear. Her soft moan is as enticing as anything you've ever heard and your hand closes around her slender throat, not to restrict her breathing but tightly enough to remind her of how powerless she is at this moment.

"Wait, Rider." Lady Kiriakolis gasps, as you start to turn her mouth to meet your lips. "You don't need to do this, I can sweeten my offer."