Work around the dress for now

Ignoring the dress for now Randy’s hands reached for her full breasts.

“No.” Lady Marlton whimpered as his strong hands gripped her sensitive mounds roughly, but even as she protested Randy could feel the tightening of her nipples through the sheer silk camisole. He rubbed the raised nubs for a short while longer as he tasted the soft skin just under her right ear. She felt divine, like an angel fallen from heaven directly into his vengeful arms; in spite of her initial protest as he fingered her tits he felt her pressing her breasts against his hands in need.

Circling his hanging prize Randy pulled down the last layer of silk between her pale mounds and his eyes. Nestled between her perfect breasts was a small gold cross that glittered in the lamplight, but Randy was interested in another treasure. With a fierce growl of desire his mouth captured her nipple and drew it in between his rasping teeth. Miss Charlotte made a sound somewhere between a moan and a whimper and her reaction drove him on. Switching from one red nipple to the other Randy worked her tits with his rasping tongue and nips of his teeth until he could taste the hint of blood through her tender skin and she was panting with desire.

Charlotte could not even imagine what had overcome her sensibilities, each time her captor released her swollen tips instead of savoring the moment of release she pleaded wordlessly for him to continue. She even thrust her teats into his open mouth as he laughed at her desire. Charlotte had known for years that rubbing her nipples caused them to swell and send waves of warmth throughout her body, but the rough rasping of this man’s tongue and the insistent bites of his teeth sent waves of fire shooting through her. When he dropped to his knees the absence of his tongue and teeth was even more painful than the sharpest of his bites. She was so aware of the need in her tits, that at first she didn’t even notice his hands lifting her skirt high around her waist.

Beneath her skirt Mr. Fuller found a ridiculous set of leggings that were layered with row after row of ruffles. Charlotte wondered if the sheer amount of fabric might stymy the outlaw, the drawstring was high on her waist under the lower edge of her camisole and it took a minute for his fingers to find the cord. Once he freed the slip knot however, he was able to draw her leggings down to her boots.

As the ruffled layers were drawn from her thighs a hint of the scent of her arousal filled the still air of the cave and Charlotte wondered if this man now knew that she was as excited as he. He did not comment on the dampness that must surely be staining her small-clothes, and perhaps he did not realize what her moist petals signified. Charlotte however was mortified at the way her weak feminine body was betraying her, why did she have to become so excited by the nature of her capture and way he was slowly stripping away her inadequate defenses.

It took a while longer for Black Brand to remove her boots and thankfully by the time they slid from her tiny feet Charlotte had recovered her senses enough to protest again.

“Stop this! I am a Christian lady, not some peasant lass who will spread her legs for any man.” Her words angered Randy more than Charlotte could know as he realized that whoever had seduced his sister thought of her as just another of those easy peasant lasses.

“You will spread your legs for me, Miss Charlotte and beg me to claim you.” With those words he pulled the ruffled leggings the rest of the way off her legs and admired her body. With the way the silk stocking clung to the curves of her thighs and calves, Charlotte knew that every flaw and deficit of her firmly muscled thighs and calves would now be evident. The brigand however did not seem in the least bit put off by her flaws, taking the time to run his rough hands along her legs as he rose again before whispering in her ear a most outrageous claim. “If you don’t you’ll never find the release your body craves.”

A garter belt held her stockings high on her thighs and beneath the clasps Randy could see her white panties stained with moisture at the crotch. For all her fair words, Miss Marlton was as hot as any of the dockside whores that Randy had first learnt about sex from. He knew she would be moaning with need as soon as he placed his mouth on her dripping womanhood. Drawing his knife from the belt sheath he gripped the front of her panties and cut away the waistband on either side of his fist. Pulling the swath of cotton from between her legs Randy stood and pressed the cloth to his captive’s face.

“Smell that My Lady?” He asked knowing that she could because her scent now seemed to fill the whole cave. “That’s what a woman smells like when she is ready to be mounted.” Miss Marlton remained silent, unable to deny the clear evidence of her arousal. “You smell no different than any other whore or peasant lass who has spread her legs for me.”

Actually Randy admitted to himself, her scent was intoxicating. Miss Marlton's womanly fluids were mixed with the smell of her soap, and lacked the sour scent of stale sweat and cheap wine. There was a lot to be said for frequent bathing in scented water, and Randy knew he would enjoy tasting her petals.