She takes it even further, adding a little danger

The beautiful Princess Miranda smiles mischievously from atop your steed. "Noble knight, wouldest though, uh... you know... sayest, or whatever, that this forest be-eth dangerous?"

You try to ignore her strange over-pronunciation of the King's speech, careful not to be too critical of royalty. "No, your highness. The dragon scared off every creature of that could threaten your royal person."

"Oh really?" says Princess Miranda with a devilish smirk.

Suddenly, a dark figure swings out of the trees and grabs the princess off the horse. In a blur the figure lands on a large branch on the other side of the road, far too high up for you to reach.

"Ho there!" yells the man in black. "It seems the good knight has lost his lady!"

You unsheathe your sword. "Unhand her, scoundrel!"

The large man pulls her waist in tight against his. He laughs, his thin beard and mustache highlighting the mirth in his miscreant mouth. "Unhand her!"

"Why? I don't think there can be enough hands on a trollop this lusty!" The scoundrel lets go of the rope and caresses Princess Miranda's magnificently large breasts through her bodice.

"Oh my," says the princess with a smile. "Thine touch is so raw. I find myself getting quite horny-eth!"

You shake your sword at the man in the tree. "What witchcraft be this! Hast though cast a spell on the gentle maiden?!"

"A spell?" he throws back his head and laughs at you. "Why no. I am Roland of the mighty Forrest Brigands. I know not of spells. Only of hot wenches in need of good fuckings!" Roland slips his hand into the low neck of Princess Miranda's dress and fondles her huge breasts directly. This brings a small moan from her perfect lips.

"The Forrest Brigands?" you ask mockingly. "I see naught but you. Your mighty **** appears to be a mighty farce!"

Roland smiles smugly, then whistles loudly. A hundred men step out from a hundred trees all around you.

"So then," says the handsome forest thief, "are you ready to die for your lady's honor?"