Emmaline offers herself to the man

The room was a modest size, with the main space taken up by a grandiose four poster bed, with only a small table, dresser, and a few windows which looked out over the courtyard to keep it company. There were a number of oil paintings depicting various noblemen and women of Gallia's past along the walls, but right now the room's main adornment was the beautiful Emmaline Beaumanoir.

She stood between the man and the bed, lifted ever so slightly on the balls of her feet in such a way that her hips rocked back, and her chest arched forward, yearning toward him. Her eyes were narrow, and her mouth curled in a seductive and playful smile.

She met his eyes as he entered the room, and with a wink, reached up to tug at the ties that barely held the dress to her shoulders. It took only the lightest prompting for it to flutter down to the floor, baring her body in all it's voluptuous beauty.

The handsome agent stepped forward, and Emmaline came forward to meet him, placing a hand against his chest. It rested there a moment, then began to wander, fondling the firm muscle of his body until she found a button, twisting it idly until it came free. Emmaline stared up into his eyes, her own expression open in mock innocence. She spoke quietly, "We can talk more later."

The man began to pull of his own clothes as Emmaline grabbed him by the shirt, and spun him around, maneuvering him toward the bed. His eyes wandered her body, exploring her delicious curves, her perfect skin--the way the dim lighting of the room danced against her hair, and the subtle bounce of her breasts as she pushed him backward to tall onto the bed.

Emmaline admired him as well. As his clothing fell away, she took in the sight of the man's sculpted and powerful chest, so firm it was as if it had been chiseled from stone. Eagerly, she approached him pushing down him pants and grasping until the warm smoothness of his erect dick filled her hand. She gasped, then glanced down, confirming the considerable size of the thing with a glance.

In her anticipation, Emmaline didn't notice the faint scent in the air, or the ever so slight tiredness that had begun to creep into her limbs. She fell forward, pressing her body against his own as their lips met. Emmaline reached up to run her fingers through his tight crop of hair before finally breaking the kiss with a smile.

"I can't wait to see what you can do," Emmaline whispered, then fell back into another kiss. The mission faded from her mind, overpowered as she fanned the flames of her own desire. She could worry about the diadem and the rest of the Bravos later. For now she had this beautiful man and a beautiful bed, and that was all she had ever really wanted.

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