She tries to tempt you

Lady Relia's cheeks are flushed, her lips parted slightly, and you wonder if it was watching you fuck her tasty little **** that has her agitated. You try again to determine what this woman looks like under the layers of heavy robes. Almost as if she can read your mind her hands pull at the lacing that secures the heavy outer robes hiding her from you. As soon as the gap in her neck is loose enough, she slides the thick embroidered garment from her shoulders and steps gracefully out from them. The house-gown under the heavy outer robes still covers her from neck to ankle, but the pale silk molds to her flesh draping her plump breasts and the curve of her smooth thighs. Even though you just fucked the shit out of a very sexy sweet-assed **** your eyes follow the hips that sway slowly from side to side as she from moves slowly across the room to stand within half a pace of where you are stand wearing nothing but the sheet you pulled from the bed. She glances at the dark-haired **** still sprawled across your bed.

"A man like you must have had a fair number of common slaves." Her voice is low and husky in an effort to be pleasing, perhaps the threat of being turned on by her own slaves has shaken her arrogance. As if to confirm this impression Lady Kiriakolis' fingers curl around the sheet draped over your shoulder. "I imagine you've had fewer encounters with a refined noblewoman like me." Lady Relia might be surprised at how many of her peers find ways to make the acquaintance of Riders. Few of these noblewomen, it is true, are likely to boast about their wild rides with rough and tumble men such as you, but over the years you've had a handful of fine ladies throw themselves at you like chaff from a barley mill. All the same, you are more than a little curious about just how **** this lovely woman is to get to Lord Marshall Raxius and his bloodthirsty crew.

"B-but my Lady," You do your best to stammer in surprise, even thinking to add a note of regret as you continue, "you made it perfectly plain that your virtuous body is off limits to me."

"It is true, Rider Korban, that I cannot let your unbridled male lustfulness have unlimited access to my untouched body." You smile as you sense where this might be leading, "However, I have been informed that there are ways a woman may pleasure a man without surrendering her virtue." Her delicately plucked eyebrow lifts making the statement into more of a question.

"It is true, but many ladies of your standing might feel degraded if I pressed you for that kind of carnal pleasure." Capturing Relia's fingers in your rough hand, you press her palm firmly against your sweaty chest. "I wonder ow much would you surrender to change my decision? How **** are you?"

"W-w-what do you mean?" She stalls for time as she tries unsuccessfully to free her hand, even a woman as sheltered as Lady Kiriakolis must know what you mean. However, to be fair, maybe she wants specifics before she commits herself to uncharted territory.

"I assume, my Lady, that you don't want your precious cherry popped, but could I loosen up your tight asshole?" The way her eyes widen at the suggestion makes you suspect she had never even considered that possibility and before she abandons this new strategy of appeasement you move on to less **** measures. "No? How about we take that off the table too." You pull her soft hand to your lips and kiss her soft fingertips gently as she trembles. "Maybe we could start with a kiss and then see where this leads us." Before she has a chance to pull away your other hand encircles her waist, and you lift her chin slightly, so her mouth meets your lips squarely.

A soft moan escapes her lips, and when you pull her slender body closer to your nearly naked form her hands land on your chest. Perhaps, at first, in an attempt to push you away, but instead they climb up around your neck and she clings to you as your tongue slips between her parted teeth. With her hands no longer between your torsos, you feel the warmth of her plump breasts flattened against your bare chest even as the bed sheet that had been your only clothing drops to the tiled floor under your feet.