A deal is made

You can hear Sophia moaning as you lean in to plant a kiss on her right cheek, brushing away strands of her wet hair before letting your lips touching against her soft skin and then acting on the chance to lightly nibble her ear.

Sensing that your plans for her daughter might be a sensitive subject as far as Sophia’s concerned, and not wanting to have your cock still inside her anal passage in case of her losing her head and becoming hysterical if you do admit to having plans for her daughter, you bring about a long, sultry moan from her by pulling your member from her ass despite her sphincter’s spirited resistance to you doing so, and then roll over onto your back.

“Why do you ask?” Your inquiry comes as Sophia rolls over to lie on her stomach, her ample breasts sinking into the ruffled sheets as she spreads her arms across your naked chest.

“My daughter’s a virgin,” Sophia tells you, and you suppose that mothers of the nobility would know such things about their daughters, “and I know enough about men like my husband to know that they treasure such things in a woman.”

Recognizing Sophia's grimace as one of scorn, you nod your head for her to continue while offering a silent prayer to your gods that you will never treat her as poorly as her husband already has.

“If she’s not a virgin, then she will be worth less when the time comes for her to be sold as a…” She hesitates, gazing at you with an expression you have trouble identifying.

“As a ****,” You fill in, feeling sorry for Sophia. It’s clear to you just how much pain the prospect of her daughter being auctioned off as a **** causes her.

“Yes, that,” Sophia’s soft nodding of her head causes tresses of her hair to brush against your chest, though your focus is on how she’s looking at you, letting you see how her gaze becomes more fixed as she seems to come to a decision of some sort, “Adriana deserves better than what I got, she deserves to have her first time be with a proper man, not someone like my husband, not someone who views her innocence as little more than a novelty luxury item.”

“Go on,” You urge Sophia, whilst feeling your cock rise back to life at the implications of what she’s saying.

“Make my daughter a woman,” Sophia stops and blushes, but still presses on after only a brief pause, “and I’ll provide you with enough gold to buy her from the blocks when the time comes.”

“And what about you? What will happen to you?” While posing your next question for Sophia to answer, you consider the fact that you both know that you could simply take Adriana by **** and then **** Sophia to tell you where their remaining riches are hidden, though she now seems adamant that you won’t do that. It’s a strange sensation to have a woman of Sophia’s stature and noble bearing put her faith in you.

“I don’t know if we have enough wealth to save us both. But it’s a mother’s lot in life to sometimes put her daughter’s well-being before her own,” Sophia’s calm readiness to sacrifice herself for the sake of her daughter moves you to the point where you marvel at how quickly this hot-blooded noblewoman has managed to get under your skin.

“Alright, I’ll do it,” You say, marveling at the fact that the act of deflowering a pretty young thing from the upper classes has suddenly become one that’s almost an obligation. That sense of ludicrousness is not diminished when your promise to take her daughter’s virginity prompts Sophia to first dazzle you with a delighted smile, then lean in and plant a tender kiss on your lips.

The kiss soon loses its tentative quality however when Sophia proceeds to slip her tongue into your mouth, and she has you moaning into her mouth when she wraps her fingers round your stiff prick. You soon get to feel her squirming against your side when she breaks off the kiss and instead attack your chest, smothering it with wet kisses whilst never ceasing her slow and steady jerking of your cock.

“There’s something that I must tell you,” Sophia informs you, and the naughty smile that she’s sporting as she looks up from where she’s been planting hungry kisses all across your chest causes you to once more nod your head for her to continue.

“There are balconies overlooking the garden,” Still sporting the same naughty smile, Sophia speaks to you while softly rubbing the back of her thumb against your cockhead, correctly assuming that such stimulation will leave you yearning for more,

“I want you to take me there and fuck me in front of all those people down there, showing them how I drive you wild with desire.”

“Is that all you want?” You ask her with a lopsided grin, with her response being to shake her head seductively.

“No,” Sophia goes on to say, now speaking with a brazenness that is so blatantly out of key with the demeanor with which she carried herself when you first met that you can scarcely believe that she’s the same woman, “I want to feel your hot cum on my skin, to taste it and roll it over my tongue before swallowing it down.”

“Sophia…” You gasp out her name as, beyond all belief, she has you aching for release once more.