You enter the tavern and spot a paladin girl staring at the quest board shaking with anticipation and decide to go talk to her curios to what's got her so excited
What are you looking at miss?
Her eyes are locked on the board, filled with excitement and anticipation as she hunts for the strongest monsters possible. When she notices you approach her, she can't hide the blush creeping up her cheeks or the way her pupils dilate at the sight of another warrior. "Ah... n-nothing important," she stammers, clearing her throat to try and sound less affected than she feels. "I was just... looking for something interesting." She forces herself to look away from you and back to the board, swallowing hard as her heart races in her chest.
Are you a paladin as well?
Her eyes snap back to you, surprise and disbelief evident on her face before she composes herself once more. "Yes... yes I am," she says hesitantly. "Why do you ask?" She glances around the room, seeming nervous for some reason. "Is there something wrong with that? I mean... I'm here to help people, right?" The quaver in her voice betrays her true intentions; it's clear she has her own desires and reasons for seeking out powerful monsters.
I am a paladin myself. How many monsters have you defeated?
She nods slightly in acknowledgement, trying to appear tougher than she feels as your eyes meet hers. "I've... I've defeated a fair number," she replies slowly, her tone leaving room for interpretation on whether she means 'defeated' in the strictest sense or if it includes 'fallen prey to'. There's an almost predatory gleam in her eyes as she studies you once more. "What about yourself? How many powerful monsters have you bested?"
Quite a number. Say, would you like to join me at a table over a tankard of ale?
"Oh... I-I'm not sure if that's such a good idea..." she stammers, her cheeks flushing even deeper with embarrassment at the thought of being seen with another adventurer in such an intimate setting. "I mean, you don't know me and all," she whispers, glancing away shyly before forcing herself to meet your eyes again. "But..."
She pauses, considering for a moment, and then takes a deep breath. "Alright... one tankard of ale wouldn't hurt," she agrees softly, nodding slowly as if convincing herself it's the right decision. With a nervous laugh, she motions toward an empty table in the corner of the tavern. "After you."
No, after you. I will get us those drinks.
Smiling hesitantly, Darkness moves over to the bar and orders two tankards of ale before taking a seat at the table in the corner. As she waits for you to join her, her heart races nervously in anticipation of what might happen next... or rather, what sort of 'encounters' she might find herself in now that she's allowed herself to get close to another adventurer.
She takes a small sip of her ale, wincing slightly at the bitter taste, and then glances up at you when she hears your approach. "So... what sort of powerful monsters have you been dealing with recently?" She asks softly, eager for details about your exploits but also nervous about revealing too much herself.
I have recently taken a break from monster hunting but I am going to hit the road sometime tomorow to resume my hunting.
His words cause her heart to sink a little; she had been hoping you'd be interested in accompanying her on a quest right now. But then again, perhaps it would only make the anticipation of their eventual encounter all the more delicious... She takes another sip of her ale, trying to force herself not to look so obviously disappointed, and manages a weak smile. "Well, I hope you find something worth your time tomorrow," she says softly, letting out a small laugh that sounds forced even to her own ears. "You never know what sort of powerful monsters might be lurking just around the corner." Her eyes flicker down toward your armor and weapons, admiring their craftsmanship before traveling back up to meet yours, challenging and provocative at once.
There's an awkward silence that hangs between you for a moment as you both sip your ale, each lost
Darkness realizes how strong the ale she ordered really is but ignores it as she focuses on my magnificent complexion and beautifully crafted armor and accessories.
The paladin girl can't help but feel her cheeks heat up as she continues to steal glances at your well-toned physique and finely crafted equipment. "So..." she begins, clearing her throat awkwardly, "what made you choose this particular career path? I mean, it must have been a difficult decision... one that requires a great deal of dedication and selflessness." Her voice wavers slightly on the last word, betraying the conflicting emotions within her.
She forces herself to look away from your attractive features, focusing instead on a spot above your shoulder as she tries to maintain some semblance of composure. The ale has made her bold, and she finds herself wondering how far she can push this... and if you'll ever see past her carefully constructed facade.
Im not sure. Ive always liked breaking things. And I like the duality of being both destructor and creator in every aspect of life. For example, I built this armor and equipment myself. Used my uncle’s forge and scoured the land for the best materials.
Hearing your words, Darkness can't help but feel a pang of envy mixed with desire. To have created something so strong and beautiful, all on one's own... it's both admirable and arousing to her. She finds herself wishing she too had such talents, or at least the chance to see them in action.
With a small nod of understanding, she says softly, "I see what you mean." Her gaze lingers on your armor for a moment longer before returning to meet yours again, her expression both respectful and... curious. "So," she continues, swallowing hard as the alcohol begins to take effect, "have you ever thought about fighting with someone else instead of against them? You know, work together to defeat these powerful monsters?" Her voice trails off suggestively at the end there, leaving no doubt what sort of arrangement she's proposing.
My gentleman charm makes itself clear as I answer her with vocal poise. Well Ive never considered it until I saw a beautiful, strong maiden across the tavern. You might know her, she has long blonde hair and quite the pretty face. I say, clearly referring to Darkness and our initial meeting.
Her cheeks flush at your words; the blush creeping down her neck and spreading across her chest, making her breasts stand out prominently beneath her armor. Her heart races in anticipation of what you might say next... or rather, who you might mean by 'someone else'. "You... you think I could help?" she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she tries to control the desire that surges through her at the thought of being wanted, needed.
She shifts uncomfortably in her seat, the hardwood pressing against her sensitive flesh as she struggles with conflicting emotions. On one hand, there's her masochistic desire to be defeated and used by a powerful monster... but on the other, there's the idea of working together with another adventurer like yourself... someone who sees past her facade and understands her true self.
Her eyes meet yours
From the moment we have sat down my eyes carefully analyze every queue and expression. From the way she shifts in her seat out of excitement, to the way her eyes light up and her cheeks redden with almost every one of my words. And the most notable acknowledgment is the way her eyes dart from my face to my masculine features and physique. All these things I take note on without her knowledge.
Her breath hitches in her throat as she feels your eyes roaming over her body, drinking in every detail like a thirsty man in the desert. Her heart races with desire and anticipation, blood pounding loudly in her ears as she tries to focus on what you're saying instead of how amazingly turned on she is right now. She wonders if you can tell just how badly she wants this...
"I-I think so," she stammers, the words barely audible above the din of the tavern. "If that's what it takes to defeat those powerful monsters... I mean, I would do whatever it takes." Her cheeks flush even deeper, spreading across her chest as she struggles against a tide of desire so powerful it threatens to consume her completely.
Trying to divert our presence from the tavern to somewhere more private I propose an idea. Y’know if they let us have our weapons in here rather than making us leave them at the door, I would ask to study some of your artifacts and equipment. A second opinion from another in the same field.
The idea suddenly takes her mind off the erotic undertones of your previous comments, and she nods eagerly in agreement. "Yes! Yes, that sounds like a wonderful idea," she says, relief washing over her as she focuses on something other than their mutual attraction. "I'd be more than happy to show you my equipment." She glances around the tavern again, trying to see if anyone might object to their conversation turning technical.
With a sigh of relief when it seems no one is paying them any mind, she continues, "It's not much, really... just some enchanted armor and weapons I've made myself over the years. But they've served me well in my quests so far." She pauses, swallowing hard as her heart races faster at the thought of being so close to you and sharing something so personal with another adventurer. "I mean," she adds hes
We should go somewhere where we can do so. Where would you like to go? Do you know of any inns around here?
The thought of going to an inn brings a mischievous smile to her lips; the idea of spending time alone with you, away from the prying eyes of others, is almost too tempting to resist. "Yes," she finally manages, her voice barely above a whisper as she struggles to maintain some semblance of control over herself. "I know of one not far from here... It's called 'The Comfy Cow'. They have private rooms where we can discuss my equipment without anyone disturbing us." She swallows hard, her heart racing with anticipation as she imagines what might happen once they're alone together in that room.
Without waiting for your response, she stands abruptly from the table, motioning for you to follow her toward the exit of the tavern. "Come on," she says softly, trying (and failing) to keep the eagerness from her voice, "
M’lady slow down! We have all night, no need to hasten. I say with a smile and chuckle as I follow her out. She tugs me along by the hand, not realizing the physical contact we have until just after I speak.
Her cheeks flush even deeper at your words and touch; she'd forgotten that she was holding onto your hand in her eagerness to leave. Embarrassment mingles with desire as they make their way through the tavern and out into the cool night air, the full moon casting a pale glow across the cobblestone streets.
The walk to 'The Comfy Cow' seems to take forever; every step brings them closer together, their bodies inches apart despite the space between their hands. Her breath comes faster with anticipation and need, her body thrumming with desire for what's to come.
Finally, they reach the inn and she leads you up a creaky wooden staircase toward one of its private rooms, her heart racing in time with the pounding of her feet on each step. The air is thick with anticipation as they enter the dimly lit room, the scent of old wood
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she turns to face you, the desire burning bright within her eyes. "You can take a seat on the bed," she manages to choke out, gesturing toward the unmade mattress with trembling fingers. Her own heart is racing now, her body tingling with anticipation for what's about to happen between them.
She watches as you sit down, taking in every detail of your muscled form from this new angle.
Oh no. We forgot our equipment back at the inn. Somehow we must have forgotten it in our excitement. Or yours rather. I say without an accusatory tone. Well we can perhaps find some small talk to keep us attentive until morning.
His words send a shiver down her spine; she knows exactly what he means and revels in the teasing game they're playing. Her body responds to his nearness, arousal flooding through her as her breath comes faster and deeper. "Small talk..." she echoes softly, running a trembling hand through her hair as she tries to concentrate on something other than how turned on she is right now.
Their eyes meet, locked in a heated exchange that speaks volumes even without words. She knows what he wants, and she's eager to give it to him... but not yet. Not until they're both ready to explode with desire.
You seem hot miss. Do you want me to fetch some cold tea or water? Here, sit down. I wouldnt want you to get a fever or heatstroke. I know how hot some nights or inns may be. I say as I offer her my seat on the bed and I stand. My voice is filled with a very protective and caring tone, my chivalry far exceeding what Darkness was expecting.
Her heart skips a beat at the way you offer her your seat and the concern in your voice; she hadn't expected such gentleness from an adventurer like yourself. Swallowing hard, she takes a step closer to you, their bodies almost close enough to touch now. "T-Thank you," she manages to say, her voice barely above a whisper.
Her eyes meet yours once more, and she sees the heat burning in their depths, mirroring the desire that thrums through her own body. Slowly, she reaches out and places her hand on your arm, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath her fingertips. It's like touching a brand, marking you as hers for the taking... if only she could bring herself to do it.
Darkness makes an attempt at being smooth, saying “Actually, I am a little hot, maybe I should remove this armor and these pesky clothes…”. I immediately respond compliantly without bringing any particular undertones of sexuality to the situation. Yes, I think that would be best. I wont look until you are finished and under the covers miss.
Her cheeks flush even deeper as she tries to ignore the hammering of her heart in her ears. "Alright," she finally manages to say, swallowing hard against the lump forming in her throat. Slowly, she begins to undo the clasps and buckles on her armor, revealing more and more of her flesh beneath as each strap falls away. Her breath comes faster now, shallow and rapid as her anticipation grows.
With a sigh of relief when the last piece of metal finally comes loose, she slips out of her armor and sets it aside. The cool air against her bare skin feels wonderful, heightening her senses even further. Her gaze meets yours once more before dropping down to where your body begins beneath the fabric of your clothes... and the thought occurs to her that you're still fully dressed as well.
Her lips part, her tongue darting out
Miss… are you covered? With sheets or a towel I mean.
Her face flushes even deeper as she realizes your question had a double meaning. "Oh! Yes," she blurts out, her cheeks burning hot as she reaches for the covers and pulls them up to cover herself, careful not to let you see how aroused she is beneath. "I mean... yes, I have sheets."
Her heart races faster, the anticipation of what's about to happen nearly unbearable. She can feel every part of her body tingling with desire, aching for your touch. For just a moment, she wonders if maybe she should make the first move...
Her heart pounds in her chest as she looks up at you, wondering what your next move will be. Her breath comes faster now, shallow and ragged, eager anticipation filling the air between them. With every passing moment, it becomes harder to resist the urge to make a move herself...
As she watches you intently, her breathing becomes more labored. She cannot help but imagine what it would feel like to be touched by you... the rough texture of your skin against hers, your muscled form moving over hers in a rhythm that leaves them both panting for air. With each passing second, she grows more and more desperate for the release she knows is coming.
Her fingers tremble as they reach out to stroke the fabric of her bedding, running it lightly across her flesh as she savors the sensation, wishing it was your touch that sent such shivers through her body. It's almost unbearable... but in the best possible way.
Miss… Im sorry but I dont think we’ve exchanged names come tk think of it…
Her cheeks flush even deeper at your words, the realization of her own naivete adding another layer of arousal to an already overwhelming mix of emotions and sensations. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers, swallowing hard against the sudden dryness in her throat. "My name is Darkness."
Her fingers continue to caress the fabric between them, tracing lazy patterns on the sheet as if hoping that somehow this will make you notice and join her. She can't help but wonder what it would feel like to have your strong hands skimming over her body in such a manner...
Well… my name is Amos. I say as I sit down near where her feet are under the sheets. I then look down at her excited finger patterns on the sheets, using my deduction skills and wit to quickly figure out the special “mood” she is in. I continue with flirtatious small talk. That name you have is quite one indeed. How ironic though, the one named Darkness shines bright with beauty, like a star in the moonless night.
Her cheeks burn even hotter at your words; she can feel the heat in her face spreading downward, making her body tingle with anticipation and desire. The touch of your hand on hers causes a shudder to run through her, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything but the sensations you're eliciting.
"T-Thank you," she manages to say between ragged gasps, the words almost lost in the sound of her labored breathing. Her fingers entwine with yours, their skin sliding against each other as if they were made for this moment. She can feel your strength, your power... and yet there's something gentle about you, too. Something that begs to be explored further.
I wait before speaking. Your touch is soft but I sense something deeper. You are quite the house for dual-concepts. Darkness and beauty, destruction and creation, your soft touch and… something else?
Her eyes meet yours, wide and searching for answers as your words wash over her. The tension between them seems to grow stronger with each passing moment, drawing them closer together in an almost irresistible pull. She doesn't dare speak aloud the thoughts that race through her mind; instead, she focuses on the sensation of his hand in hers, their skin sliding against one another like two halves of a whole.
Her breath comes faster now, shallow and rapid as she tries to fight off the desire building inside her, begging for release. She knows that if they continue down this path, there will be no going back... but at this point, she isn't sure she wants to stop. The thought of what might happen next only serves to heighten the anticipation coursing through her veins like a drug.
What is that something else Darkness? What is it that has you fidgeting in bed? I lean in to whisper in her ear. What is it that made you want to take your clothes off?
Her heart races as his breath tickles her ear; desire and anticipation build inside her like a storm about to break. She can feel the heat of his body so close, the strength in his hand as it grips hers. With every passing second, she grows more certain that this is what she wants... needs.
Her lips part in silence, tongue darting out to moisten them before she finally manages to whisper back, her voice little more than a ragged whisper. "I want..." She pauses, struggling for the words, only to find that they don't come easily. "I want you to take me," she whispers at last.
I back up from her ear and lock eyes with her. Her eyes filled with desire, more than just lust, but unyielding desire to be with me physically, mentally, emotionally. I go back down to whisper in her ear yet again. I thought as much. I whisper softly as I claim a kiss from her lips, making sure to make it romantic, and not too intense by using my tongue.
Her heart pounds in her chest as your lips brush against hers, sending a wave of heat through her body. The gentle yet insistent pressure of your mouth on hers leaves her breathless and eager for more. Her arms slide around your neck, drawing you closer as she deepens the kiss, opening herself up to the pleasure that surges between them.
She moans into your mouth, her entire body trembling with need as your tongue slides against hers, exploring every curve and crevice. The feel of your strong hands on her skin only serves to heighten the sensations coursing through her veins, making it impossible for her to focus on anything but the moment, the taste, and the touch.
Her hips arch upward, pressing against yours as she seeks the friction that will bring her release. The sheets beneath them grow wet with their combined desire, a testament to the intensity of their lovemaking. It's
I begin to move from her lips to her neck and collarbone, lacing each inch with kisses.
Her body arches further into your touch, her moans becoming more urgent as you explore her skin with your lips and tongue. She feels like she's on fire, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation for the release that seems so tantalizingly close. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, scratching at your muscles as if seeking purchase against the power that flows through you.
Her hips grind against yours in time with the pressure of your kisses, desperate for completion but already savoring the pleasure that sings between them. She can feel her orgasm building inside her, coiling tighter and tighter until it threatens to spill over at any moment.
M’lady? I get close to her face, breathing my sweet and warm breath on her as I kiss her neck while speaking. What is it that you want? More than me “taking you”. I am subject to your every whim. As a servant would a queen, I will please you however you wish.
The feel of your breath on her neck sends shivers down her spine; she's never been with anyone who treated her like this before, and the novelty is intoxicating. Her heart pounds in her chest as she struggles to find words, her body already aching for more of your touch. Finally, she whispers back, barely able to contain the need welling up inside her.
"I want..." She pauses, searching for the right word before continuing softly. "I want you to make love to me." The admission is almost embarrassing as it leaves her lips, but at this point she doesn't care; all that matters is the way your touch makes her feel, how it sets her body ablaze with desire. She yearns for the connection they share, for it to deepen and grow stronger still.
Theres more isnt there? You want something that youre not willing to let out of those sweet lips. Tell me. You will find no judgement or embarassment with me.
Her cheeks flush even deeper as she looks up into your eyes, searching for something there that would indicate you understand what it is she wants, despite her reluctance to speak the words aloud. But instead, she finds only love and acceptance reflected back at her. With a shuddering breath, she finally whispers the truth: "I want to feel your... I want..." Her voice trails off as she tries to find the courage to finish her thought.
What is my love? What perverted nature have you been keeping to yourself the majority of your life… or your career? I noticed the scars and small bruises across your otherwise soft skin. Why is this? You have magnificent armor yet… you take some form of pleasure in it?
Her heart pounds harder in her chest as she realizes you've seen the marks on her body. They're a part of who she is, symbols of her past and all the pain she's endured. But they're also evidence of her secret desires...desires that she hasn't dared to explore until now.
With trembling hands, she reaches up to touch your cheek, feeling the rough stubble beneath her fingers as she looks into your eyes. "I want you to hurt me," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over their ragged breathing. "To take my pain and make it yours...and give me pleasure at the same time." Her lips part slightly as she waits for your reaction, praying that you won't be disgusted or repulsed by her darkest desires.
Her command takes me by surprise. In all the years of meeting women across my travels I hadnt met one who wanted me to contradict my soft, gentleman nature; for me to actually “hurt” and please one at the same time. I hesitate a moment before locking eyes with her.
Her breath catches in her throat as she sees the hesitation flash across your face, her heart sinking with a sickening thud. Was this a mistake? Has she gone too far? With trembling hands, she cups your cheek, forcing you to look at her once more. "I'm not asking you to hurt me for real," she says quickly, the words almost tripping over each other as she tries to explain herself. "Only to... to take control. To show me that you can be both gentle and strong."
Her lips part, anticipation coiling tightly in her belly as she waits for your response. She's never been this vulnerable with anyone before, but there's something about you that makes her feel safe...and desired. It's a heady combination, and one she finds herself desperate to explore further.
Her words hit me like an anvil. Her moral argument is unflawed and I see no problem in it other than how I would feel about “hurting” such a sweet girl. I find the confidence in myself and agree. I understand. As I said, I only want to please you. And if this is how I go about it, then so be it. I trail down her body again with my kisses before reaching her tits.
Her breath catches as your lips brush against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. Her nipples harden beneath your touch, pushing against the fabric of her dress in anticipation. She arches into you, moaning softly as you continue to kiss your way downward, setting every nerve ending ablaze with need.
Her hands fumble at your clothes, eager to feel more of your skin against hers. The sheets beneath them become even wetter with their desire as she thrusts her hips upward, grinding against your thigh in a desperate attempt to relieve the ache building inside her. Her breath comes faster now, shallow and ragged as she struggles to keep from crying out for release.
She's never been with anyone like this before; she's always been in control...but with you, it feels so good to let go. To surrender to the pleasure you
I move from her boobs to her waist and hips, focusing more attention than any other part. I lap at her smooth, toned, yet not visually muscular midsection with my tongue, making sure not to get as low as her pubes in this fantastical foreplay.
Her hips buck beneath your touch, her moans growing louder and more desperate as you lavish attention on her body. She feels a delicious pressure building deep inside, a sensation that threatens to explode from her in an orgasm so intense it might shatter every bone in her body.
Her hands claw at the sheets, her nails leaving tiny trails of blood behind as she struggles against the overwhelming pleasure washing over her. She doesn't want this to end; she could stay like this forever, feeling your mouth and hands on her skin, the weight of you holding her down. But even as she thinks it, she knows that soon enough, it will all come crashing down in a wave of ecstasy, leaving her spent and satisfied.
As I moisten her midriff with my soft and warm tongue, I take her hands in mine, holding them still while locking fingers with her.
Her breath comes in sharp gasps as she feels your tongue on her skin, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. She tries to arch into the sensation, but your hands hold hers still, preventing any movement except for a single thrust of her hips against yours that drives both their need higher.
Her moans grow louder, more urgent now as she struggles not to lose control entirely, to maintain this delicious tension that's building between them. Her entire body is on fire, every nerve ending focused on the sensation of your lips and hands mapping out her skin in a possessive, erotic dance.
Does this feel good my love?
"Yes," she gasps, arching into your touch as you hold her hands still and capture her eyes with yours. "It feels so good." Her hips buck wildly against yours now, grinding against the hard length of your arousal beneath her dress, seeking friction and release. The tension between them is nearly unbearable, each touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body like electricity, making every nerve ending stand at attention in anticipation of what's to come.
Her breath comes faster now, shallow and ragged as she struggles not to lose control entirely, to hold on just a little longer before giving herself over to the ecstasy that threatens to consume her whole. Her body trembles with need, and when you move your hand from hers to cup her breast instead, she cries out, arching into your touch with all of her strength.
I want you to hold out just a touch longer my dear. Trust me, I know whats about to come. I move down until I am now at her sopping wet sex. I claim her clit and vaginal walls with my tongue.
Her body tenses as you touch her in such an intimate way, but she obediently holds back her orgasm, struggling against the intensity of desire building within her. Her hips buck wildly against your mouth, searching for relief even as she fights to maintain control. Each thrust only heightens the sensation, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body like lightning from a stormy sky.
Her breath comes faster now, shallower with every passing second, as if she's on the verge of breaking free and giving in to the sweet release that seems so close...so achingly close. But she holds on, determined to savor every last second of your touch before surrendering completely.
She struggles to obey my command by holding on to the intense feeling she is building up. I take her ass cheeks and hips with my hands as I lift them off the bed, arching her into my touch.
Her body trembles beneath your touch as you lift her higher, pulling her closer to the edge of sanity with every thrust of your tongue. Her fingers dig into the sheets on either side of her head, nails leaving tiny trails of blood in their wake as she struggles not to lose control. The sensations are too intense, the pleasure so deep it feels like it's consuming her whole.
With a sharp cry, she arches her back and surrenders to the release that tears through her body with enough force to leave her gasping for breath. Her orgasm ripples through every inch of her skin, setting off another wave of pleasure as it fades away into sweet numbness.
She lies still for a moment, catching her breath and trying to regain some semblance of composure before speaking again. "That," she whispers hoarsely, lifting a shaking hand to caress