[Belit Drunk] Sneak into Belit's sleeping tent

Rosary's faith in Geod was strong, and thus, her faith in Geod's prophecy as it pertained to squires ought to be strong too. As such, she could hardly blame you if you accepted Belit's very forward invitation at this point. The girl was looking at you with lust written all over her reddening, freckled face-- it would actually be ungentlemanly to turn her down at this point! So you told yourself, as you left Rosary waiting and settled into the one-person bedroll with the party's ranger. Surely, Rosary would understand what had happened when you failed to return, then she would head on to bed herself.

Once you were under the blankets together, Belit quickly and clumsily adjusted her position so that she was laying directly on top of you, with little regard to her distribution of weight. Thankfully, there wasn't much weight to distribute, and you rested comfortably, feeling her heartbeat as she nestled against your chest with her face close to yours. The girl gave a catty grin, pushing your shoulders down with each hand as she loomed over you.

"You're a good shquire... You come when you're called. I can tell they taught you real good at that academy back in Missh-ee... Missheenaire," she hiccuped, now scooting so that she sat directly upon your lap. You could feel the seat of her smooth leathers rubbing against your increasingly erect member-- she was getting exactly the effect she was hoping for. "Hey, Vin... you ever been with another woman before? Don't tell me I'm your firsht! He he he... This won't be my firsht kiss, not by a long shot, but there's shtill plenty of firshts I can give you..."

{if Lady's Man = True}You laughed, telling her that when you'd left the town of Missionaire, you'd left a trail of broken hearts behind you. It would be pretty hard for her to be your first at anything, at this point. "Hmmm? Well, then, I'm gonna have to try extra hard to tie you down, aren't I? Heh heh heh!" the ranger laughed, wiggling her rear end back and forth against your pitched tent.{elseif Freak = True}You warned her that a kiss wouldn't mean that much to you at this point. You'd long since grown desensitized to romance in such simple forms. She might have to try pretty hard if she wanted to get anything out of you. "Ah, a man of the world, eh? I like that," the ranger smirked, pushing her bottom down harder against your groin, causing it to ache. "Am I getting warmer? That the kind of shtuff you like?"{elseif Chivalrous = True}Something in your face betrayed your inexperience and her eyebrows raised. "Really? Am I actually your first? Hehehe..." she paused, grinning wolfishly and easing her grip slightly against your shoulders. "Stole your heart, did I? Well, I am a master thief. Don't worry. I can be gentle, if you want."{elseif Master = True}You told her that what you or she had done in the past didn't matter. What mattered now is that she belonged to you and no other. No other men would be considered a factor after tonight.

Her eyes narrowed slightly and the grin on her face widened. The ranger licked her lips excitedly. "Listen to this cocky bastard. You think you can tie me down, huh? I'd like to see you try!" she taunted you, rubbing your eager cock through your pants and spurring you on.{elseif Servant = True}You told her that you didn't want to think about other women right now. For now, all you wanted to do was to be her man, to do with as she pleased. "Hmm? I've got you wrapped around my finger, have I? Don't think you have to take it easy on me, Vin. I'm a big girl," she teased you, stroking your cock through your pants meaningfully with the seat of her leathers.{else} You didn't want to talk about your past. All you wanted now was to consummate your vows as a squire. "Fair enough," Belit giggled, wearing a coy smile as she continued to rub down your groin.{endif}

You thought the drink had emboldened her-- from what you knew of her past, she didn't have that much romantic experience herself. This became all the more evident as she leaned down and grabbed your lips in a sloppy kiss-- raw, wet, and unpracticed. Her lips moved along yours hungrily, then her tongue, as her eyes sparkled with the thrill of it. You had to create distance between yourself and her now and again, because otherwise, she became lost in it, to the point where you were worried she might succumb to her alcoholic stupor and pass out.

The tent was noisy with the sound of your smacking lips and the bedroll was warm with the heat of the mounting sex.

"Heh heh... You're my personal plaything now, huh? A fresh-out-the-box shquire I can do whatever I want with. I've stolen you from the other saintesses and you don't have any dignity left at all now, do you? Sneaking in here while I'm shlopped out of my gourd..."

You got the idea she was taunting you by talking down to you-- daring you to make a move.