You intend to find out

"Now, will you help me reach the Lord Marshal?" Lady Relia murmurs softly when your lips finally part. Her eyelids flutter softly as she gazes up at you hopefully. You smile a little at the naivete of the pretty aristocrat who thinks that a single kiss, no matter how passionate, would be enough to sway a man like you.

"Perhaps I could be persuaded to consider your request." You concede as you lower your lips once again to hers. Again, your tongue slips between her teeth and you are rewarded with a soft moan and her whole body melting into yours. Taking advantage of this positive reaction, your hand cups her breast and squeezes it gently through the sheer cloth of her tunic. This time the moan is louder and Relia arches her back lifting her breast against your palm in an unmistakable offer that is as old as the gods themselves. Smiling wickedly, you decide to find out just how far Lady Relia is compromise her honor if it gives her a chance to escape a fate far, far worse than anything you might do. As your kiss ends, Relia attempts to avoid your questioning gaze, she presses her cheek against your chest even as you fondle her with more ****. Only when you lift her chin firmly do her eyes finally meet your gaze.

"Are you really a virgin?" You just find it implausible that any woman this attractive could reach her age without someone popping her cherry. You watch her reaction carefully for any sign as you continue pushing her. "Or are you just saying that, so you do not have to spread your perfumed thighs for a down-on-his-luck Free-Rider?"

"Please Rider, you must help me."

"I thought you found me despicable." The fingers that had been lifting her chin wrap around her throat. You don't tighten your grip, but you can feel the pulse of blood through the delicate skin just below her ear, her heart is racing either from your implied threat, the effect of the kisses you've just stolen from her trembling lips or perhaps a combination of the two.

"No Rider," she whispers softly, "I'm sorry I said that."

"You still haven't answered my question, Lady Kiriakolis." You remind her as your fingers leave her breast and strokes the exposed skin at the neck of her tunic. "How is it that you weren't married off to some rich merchant twice your age years ago? I'm sure there are many suitable men in Athenapolis who would have loved to lead a lovely bride like you to their chambers." The reason it is so rare to see a noblewoman in her untouched condition has less to do with morality and more to do with the fact that most maidens of her social standing are married off just as they begin to blossom.

"My parents died when I was only 14 years old, oh," Relia pauses when the back of your fingers brush the swell of skin inside the parted 'V' of her tunic but apparently decides that being rude would get her nowhere, "my grandfather doted on me and refused the early offers, until I was old enough to turn suitors down myself." A gentle downward tug on the tunic exposes a little more of the pale skin and you find it hard to believe that no other man has ever gotten his hands on these treasures.

"And you've had no lovers?" She shakes her head slowly, modestly lowering her eyes.

"No, but I've watched my slaves." She looks up again with a new determination, "I could use my hands, it doesn't look that difficult." The thought of Lady Relia's small hands stroking your cock makes it jerk against her belly, but you want to see how far you can push your luck.

"What about your pretty little mouth, surely you've watched your slaves give nice sloppy blowjobs?" Lady Relia stiffens in your arms, and you wonder what her response to your suggestion might be.