Your fantasies realized

It's still pitch-dark when a warmth lying beside you rouses you from your slumber. Your body tenses, preparing to fight off this midnight intruder when a soft fingertip touches your lips. "It's me, Sabine. You left the door unlocked so that I would discover how wanting you are. Naturally, I couldn't refuse such an invitation."

"Russ?" The answer seems obvious as soon as you ask the question, but you can still just barely make him out in the darkness.

"Who else would it be?" The scoundrel swordsman grins at you, and you feel your cheeks flush. This is... not exactly what you imagined, but that fantasy was so far from reality that you're not sure what you should have been expecting. Also, the Russ you gathered from your first impression is bold, but not nearly so aggressive as to sneak into your bed.

"It's just... I wasn't expecting... I mean, I didn't think you'd actually..."

"What, do this?" He cuts you off with a deep kiss, picking up where the previous one left off. His tongue finds yours almost right away, and, much to your surprise, you find yourself kissing him back fiercely. One of his hands finds its way underneath your skirt and begins kneading your pantie-clad derriere, which you wiggle for your mutual pleasure. You return the favor, sneaking one of your hands down his trousers to feel his naked man-flesh. It hardens between your fingers and you can barely wrap your hand around it.

"I've never felt this way... Russ, I want to give myself to you, but my vows..." The need is dripping from your loins. Your body is on fire. The lust for this man that courses through you isn't unlike daemonic venom - some part of you actually wants to lose control, and you can feel that part steadily growing, threatening to overwhelm your reason.

He forces his lips upon you again. The heat surges and you can only moan around his mouth. If a single evening alone with this man can make you feel like this, perhaps you were never meant to be a sister paladin?

Your willpower crumbles and you spread your legs for the handsome rogue. He kneels between your thighs and strips down to nothing in the time it takes for you to rip off your bodice. "Let's see what's beneath this skirt, shall we?" Hasn't Russ already seen your naked body?

No matter, you lift your hips for him, eager to present yourself. You're soon wearing only the lingerie he dressed you in a few hours ago. "How delightfully slutty. I think we should keep these on, don't you agree?"

You nod eagerly. "Mmmm, I want to be your virgin slut. Tee hee. But not for long... make me just a slut."

"What about your precious vows?" He grins and rubs his cock along your lace-shrouded cleft.

You can barely keep your hands away from yourself now, and you don't even want to try. One of them has exposed the nipple from one of the cups of your bra and is rubbing gently at it, while the other has slid your panties out of the way, exposing your glistening pink flesh and the scarlet thatch just above that. "Fuck my vows... fuck my quest... fuck everything... but mostly me."

His eyes reflect a daemonic glow as he lines up the head of his cock. The flesh of it is a much darker red than seems normal, and that unnatural flush seems to be spreading across the rest of his body. "How could I refuse such an honest request?"