"Yes, Sir."

"Yes, Sir," Brighid says, uncertainty and arousal warring in her voice.

Congratulations! You have advanced to level 1 in Seduction. Seduction is a subskill of Persuasion.

"Good girl," You tell her again, soothingly. You stroke your along her flank and across her rump all the way to her tail. Her tail twitches upwards at your touch, lifting a couple of centimeters. Her privates are still hidden from view, but the signal her body is giving you is also very clear. You rub your hand up and down her hindquarters, digging your fingers into her fur alongside the drape of her tail. Then you stand up and move around in front of her, looking her up and down like you imagine a buyer at a market would look at a horse they're interested in. She still has her arms under her breasts, subconsciously presenting them to you, and you decide to take advantage of that.

"You've been teasing me with your tits for days, shaking them at me but not letting me touch them. Is that the way a good girl should behave, Brighid?" You step in close to her; you hard cock grinds into her belly, her tits and hard little nipples squash up against your chest.

"No, Sir. I am sorry, Sir." You tilt your head so that you can kiss the side of her neck, which she instantly bares to you, and then bite her softly in the same spot. She moans deep in her throat and you can feel her blushing hotly against your lips.

"You're right, it isn't. That's the way a naughty little cock-tease behaves. Do you know what happens to naughty little cock-teases back on Earth, Brighid?" You kiss her neck a little higher, then again, then bite her. Her breath starts to come harder, panting in arousal.

"They get fucked like sluts, Sir?" Her voice holds a note of yearning. You laugh, biting her again, a little harder, then sucking on her silky skin.

"No, good girls get fucked, my lovely. Naughty little cock-teases get teased right back until they beg to be allowed to come." Brighid groans loudly in arousal and dismay.

"Please, Sir, please, I did not mean to be a cock-tease. Please, I honestly did not think a human would find me sexually attractive, I just knew that it made me feel good." You kiss your way up to the base of her ear, then nibble the cartilage right where her ear meets the top of her neck. She whimpers and pants out, "Please, please, Sir, I will be a good girl for you from now on, just please give me what I need?"

You whisper directly into her ear, "And what is it that you need, hmmm?" You begin running just the tip of your tongue along the rim of her ear.

She shivers and shudders and then wraps her arms around you and says, "Yellow." You blink in confusion but nonetheless try to pull away from her; her arms tighten around you and she says, "Wait, please Aidan. I did not stop you because I am upset or angry, I stopped because I need to answer that question as me, the Paladin Brighid Fireheart, your friend and Companion, before I answer it as Good Girl Brighid, the submissive little mare. Alright? If you are not repulsed by my answer, we can go right back to where we were. If you are, I promise I will make it up to you. And either way I will still be your friend and Companion."

Still confused but considering yourself at little risk of being repulsed by her, you nod and tenderly kiss her cheek. "Of course, Brighid Fireheart. Together, forever." She smiles at you and hugs you to her.

"I, Brighid Fireheart, am a fragile woman who presents a fierce facade to the world. My Trait, my mother, being the only skilled let alone Professional Smith in the village, my high Attractiveness... they all pile on expectations and assumptions from everyone else. As a member of the Starchaser tribe, everyone else wants to define me and what role I play. I have to try to balance all of those things against all of the others and it takes far more energy and causes far more stress than it would for a less remarkable woman. I'm proud of who I am, but it's so much work being me that I have increasingly felt the need to be someone else.

"You said earlier when you looked at my status that you could tell I have not had many woman lovers, and you are right. I have had only one long term female lover, and our relationship was all about sexual release, not emotional comfort. I have had no male lovers at all. The truth is that there has never been anyone I trust to be that other version of me around. Not until you." She kisses you softly; her lips are warm and wonderfully soft and taste very slightly of cinnamon, somehow. "Aidan, in day to day life I have to be in control of myself at all times. Losing concentration at the forge could mean breaking my hand or ruining days of work, acting too rashly or unconventionally as the daughter of a Councillor could hurt Mother's position in the Council, being too open about my sexuality makes the men think I want them to mount me in the street. What I need, what you seem to be offering to do, is to be able to let someone else take control for a while sometimes. I need to let my hair down, bare my breasts, lift my tail, and be taken hard by my lover. I need to be teased and denied my orgasm as punishment for being naughty. I need to be spanked with my own scrub brush until my juices are coating my hindquarters. I need to belong to someone else, to have someone else make decisions for me, about me, and to be able to be helpless in the grasp of my lover. There may be more which I need in the future, but for here and now, this is enough."

Brighid looks at you through long eyelashes, nervous and sultry all tangled up in one. "Aidan, I trust you above every other person I know, and your touch makes my blood burn for more. But I value your friendship and good opinion far beyond the value I place in the lust I feel for you. Can you let me be that other Brighid for you when I need it, when we need it, and still let me be this Brighid when that is who I need to be?"