Yes she does, but with conditions.

She stands about thirty feet above you like a queen overlooking her subjects, her gaze sits on you for a while judging you in ways only a haughty queen can, the wind blows through her hair, and the sun shines off her nearly white armor. She frowns upon you and then calls down to you again, "too bad the likes of you could never beat me. It might have been a distraction crushing such a pathetic insect." That would have hurt your pride but you had more cards to play, so you took it in stride and with a cheeky grin called back up to her "are you so sure your highness? You don't look like much to me at all." Your tone makes it apparent that calling her royalty was not a compliment in the slightest, but the knights around you still laugh as you underestimate her prowess. She stares daggers at you, and coldly replies "you don't know who I am do you?" Despite her serious tone you still steer the conversation with a patronizingly flirty tone "oh mi'lady I wouldn't mind finding out." She huffs in indignation at this, and in your mind you picture her barely holding back stomping her foot like a little brat. She rapidly spits out her response, gripping the railing as she yells at you below her "You don't know who I am! My daddy is the Captain of the guard! He could throw you out of the city if I wanted him to." You stand silently for a moment, this girl was even more of a stuck up brat than you thought in the first place. She really did deserve being put in her place, and with a grin you couldn't help enjoying the fact that it won't be long now till justice is served. Coolly you reply, having collected yourself after her outburst and speaking with more authority than she could muster "mi'lady, how about a wager then to make things interesting. If your father has so much power then perhaps he wouldn't mind granting me a request." She doesn't follow your logic and it's quite apparent as she scrunches up her nose and seems to be trying to crunch the numbers, her hair blowing erratically in the wind, she replies more warily than she would have liked "what do you mean...?" You maintain a firm position knowing that you have the advantage now.

"Well mi'lady I propose a duel to which the outcome will decide our fates. If you win then I will leave and you will never see me or hear from me again, however if I win then your father must grant me a single request." The knights around you seem to favor the offer to get you the hell out of here, but everyone present is puzzled at what you might request. Sweeping your eyes around the crowd for a moment you notice the stable girl seemed to have a school girl crush on you by the way she is hanging on to your every word, even Hr'ogmar and the other knights seem fairly interested in your proposal. But you returned your eyes to your true prize and with devious intent you ask her "what do you say princess?" Still taunting the snobby bitch.

She seems even more uncertain.. clinking her armored feet against the balcony as she looks to Hr'ogmar for help, but he seems just as unsure of the whole situation as she is. She almost timidly asks "what..what do you want?"

You can't hold back a smile as your prey steps further into your trap, "oh my princess, nothing much. Just your fine little self." Staring her down hard you try to intimidate her more with your taunting and it seems to be working, she's thrown off, and asks herself more than she asks you "me? Why me?" To which you answer anyway "yes princess, now are you gonna get your fine ass down here or am I gonna have to come get you." She stands straighter and sneers at you arching a sculpted eyebrow imperiously. "How dare you talk to me like that. Your gonna pay!" With that she astonishingly leaps from the balcony and falls three stories in full armor and lands with a almost sickeningly hard thud of metal on the patio before you, standing up straight she draws two short swords off her lovely curvy hips and flicks them in her hands a few times, obviously she is quite well trained in the use of her blades, and the way she spins them in her fingertips alone make you fear her agility. But you took down the giant, the bitch can't be too much of a challenge can she?

Apparently you were wrong, sweaty and bloody you struggled to stand nearly an hour later. She had fiercely attacked you with a flurry of strikes which you tried to block but she always had that other sword coming in to strike you when you least expected it, and her footwork was far smoother than yours, she was as graceful as a dancer, shifting her stances and pulling away from your strikes with ease. What little times you had hit her, your blade had slide off her armor like water on rock. Saying you were frustrated was an understatement. You should have had your **** by now but not yet. The only pleasure you had in this ordeal was watching the girl flurry and dance, twisting her beautiful hips, and tensing her full firm ass as she parried and thrust against you. Unfortunately it only increased your desires to thrust into her. So you didn't feel so bad about cheating, in fact you figured you deserved it a little, you had tried the hard way, now to tip things in your favor. You first used your powers to cast a "spell" on your blade which you couldn't wait for her to experience. Then you extended your mind to your environment around you and waited, feeling a surge of strength fill your bones purging you of exhaustion.

She may have found it strange, your sudden surge of cockiness. But it didn't matter what she thought, you knew she would be done for soon. She charged at you again, having succeeded in this tactic several times before, normally she would have swung one sword from the outside at you while thrusting the other directly at you, whichever you did not block, she used to strike you with. But you used your powers to create a gust of wind and blow her long blonde hair into her face right at the critical moment, blinding her and she sputtered as the hair caught in her open mouth and you took your chance, swinging your sword and tapping it against her chest, before continuing your momentum to swing around her and slap her in the ass with the flat side of your blade. Chuckling you stepped back for a moment to observe your handiwork. Externally she didn't show much change, but you knew the curse would be running through her veins now. She still panted but her voice changed from the heavy huff of exhaustion to the lighter mewls of arousal.

She turned to you and tried to scowl at you, but her cheeks were flushed and her eyes soft, so she looked too playful to look scary. You knew a few more hits and she would be done for. And that's why you pressed your advantage and stepped forward swinging your sword again, flat side smacking her in the thigh and then her opposite hip before she could even muster a block, her reflexes had slowed, not only was she exhausted, but her mind obviously was no longer in this fight. And each strike you laid it grew further and further away into a day dream of dull orgasmic bliss. By the seventh blow she had fallen to her knees, which was a position you decided you liked her in very much. She was panting and sweaty, barely puffing out a word or two "hey...stooop.." the last word became a moan as you rested your sword tip on her chin and tilted her helpless head upward to look into her eyes, she body was limp and followed your instruction. It was over but you wanted the stuck up bitch to give in and admit it. "Well then princess, have you had enough yet? Or is my bitch not broken yet?" She seemed to try to be defiant, her eyes fixed on yours, the clear ice blue clearing up for a moment, and her jaw hardening, but a tap from your sword and the sentence she had prepared evaporated in her throat, and as her full soft lips opened to retort only a frustrated moan escaped her.

Grinning ear to ear you turned away from her and spoke to the crowd, challenging them to even doubt your victory "Well, well, it seems you weren't as tough as you pretended to be princess." She let out a frustrated protest, but it was more a pleasurable squeal than anything else. Looking at Hr'ogmar who seemed shocked that she had been beaten, you raise an eyebrow and ask him "where's her father? It's time for me to claim my reward." He is stunned.. but must have thought his boss could do something about this situation, since he perked up, looking at you hard and ordered you to follow him. He strode over to the tower door, but you did not follow yet, you walked over to the bitch meridian and patted her on the head, whispering softly you spoke only to her "come'on bitch, it's time to go to daddy, and get your pussy taken care of." Her whole body seems to tense up as you mention her pussy and she musters her strength as she climbs to her feet beside you, she obviously is exhausted, but her desires rule her body and she follows right behind you as you smirk at Hr'ogmar and stride over to him, walking though the door along with your catch.