Let's start off slow... with a bit of public groping

He steered her towards a shady corner, pinning her against the wall, forcing an eager squeal from her lips.

He pressed himself against her and brought his lips down on hers, kissing her hungrily. He ran his fingers through her hair and wrapped the long strands around his fist, tilting her head back to deepen the kiss. She admitted his tongue immediately, submissively letting him explore her mouth, but her hands did not relent from their duty of holding the cape tightly around herself.

He drew a hand down her body, found the hem of the garment, and pulled on it encouragingly. She immediately tightened her grip and tried to push him away.

"Please, sir!" she gasped. "I don't know if I..."

"Shhh," Lucas whispered, staring intensely into her eyes. "You don't have to do anything. Just stand there and let it happen. The quieter you are, the less people will look."

She drew in a shuddering breath, her eyes flitting nervously to the oblivious crowds passing them by. He did not give her time to make up her mind, instead leaning in once more and kissing her deeply. His hand continued to pull gently on the fabric, finding her resistance melting away.

First her left hand loosened its grip on the cloak, and soon after, the right followed. Her eyes were wide as she looked up at him, still stiff with anxiety. Though she kept her chin high, Lucas could tell how much of an ordeal this was for her.

"Good girl," he murmured. He kept both sides of the cloak together, his fist pressing softly into her stomach, ensuring only a thin slit of her flat chest was exposed. He left it there as he slowly stepped aside, keeping her nakedness mostly hidden, but depriving her of the protection his body afforded her.

She followed him with anxious eyes, but made no effort to stop him. He leaned his shoulder against the wall, eyeing the people passing by.

"Look at them," he told her.

Reluctantly, she did as he said. Her eyes flitted from a trio of workmen to an obviously new Elven couple, then to a drunkard stumbling home. Lucas felt felt more than heard her flustered whimper.

"Don't worry," he reassured you. "See? Even though you're almost naked here, they're completely unaware. You're safe, pet. Nobody is looking, just me. Relax and enjoy it."

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her posture eased a bit and a slow blush spread across her cheeks. Lucas felt a thrill of power go through him at the realization that she was doing this for him.

"What do you feel?" He asked.

"Embarrassed," she admitted.

"And?"

"...Nervous."

"And?" Lucas repeated once more, sensing there was one more feeling that she kept back.

She looked up at him, her green eyes flashing. "I-I'm excited."

She blushed more deeply, but it was clear to Lucas that the word had lifted a great weight off her chest.

"Very good, pet." He said, smiling warmly. "Are you ready for your next task?"

"Yes, sir."

"Stand here," he said, repositioning himself with his back against the wall, and pointing to the ground between his legs.

When she was in position, with her back to the street and her eyes on him, Lucas gave his next order. "Take edges of the cloak. Good, now I'm going to let it go."

"Yes, sir," she said, her voice trembling as he released the folds of the deep blue fabric. She held the edges tight in her white-knuckled fists, bowing her head.

"Now show me your body."

Eldwyn hesitated, looking over her shoulder.

"Don't look at them, look at me." Lucas commanded sharply. The young girl turned her head back, closing her eyes as she let go of the edges of the cloak and letting it fall open.

Lucas drew in a sharp breath. As much as he enjoyed seeing a nice set of boobs on a woman, there was definitely something to be said for Eldwyn's flat chest, as well. He let his eyes drift further down, past her flat stomach, stopping on her half-erect member. He stared, transfixed at the young girl's member as it continued to harden in the cool evening air. Lucas could feel the heat rise in his own groin as he felt himself begin to stiffen as well. Eldwyn held her arms at her sides, hands balled into fists as she fought to stay still.

"Do you want to touch it?" Lucas murmured, licking his lips.

Eldwyn glanced nervously at herself, then slowly nodded her head.

"Right here in the street? Where anyone could notice?"

"Y-yes... sir."

"What do you think that makes you? Hm?"

"Y-your..." Eldwyn swallowed, almost afraid to continue. "Your slut."

"That's right," Lucas nodded, his eyes burning into hers. "Now, if you want to get yourself off right here in the street, you beg for it."

Eldwyn's mouth opened and closed slackly a couple of times.

"P-please... Please let me..." She took a shuddering breath. "...let me touch myself!"

"Good girl," Lucas said, smiling warmly. "Now, do it."

Eldwyn wasted no time. She reached for her prick and began to rub herself, her eyes fluttering shut with barely suppressed arousal.

"Slowly," Lucas said. "We're not in a rush."

He didn't want her finishing just yet; the night was young, and he had more planned for her.

A visible shudder went through Eldwyn's body as she **** herself to slow down. She used her thumb and index finger to form a ring below the glans, applying a slow pulsing rhythm that left her panting with desire.

"What are you're thinking about?" Lucas said, staring intently at the girl.