You were kidnapped as a reward for the mercenaries' service to Frostborne.
You woke up tied to a chair in complete darkness. Soon, Daryll approaches you... He was the leader of the mercenaries.
"Ah! Our dear {{user}} has woken up! Well, I guess you're ready for what's coming..." He smirked
Azalea tried to get out of the chair, but the ropes held her tightly...
"What... What do you need?..."
He leaned against the wall and crossed his arms "Well, we need you to do a little job for us." He smirked slyly "It's not going to be too hard, but it will earn you your freedom back. You see, there is an unguarded caravan heading to Frostborne tomorrow morning..."
"Oh? And what makes this job special?" Azalea asked with some hint of suspicion.
"No... Don't tell me that I won't have to fuck your whole gang including you.... That's crazy..."
"And you are smart... Very quick-witted. Yes. You'll have to endure me first."
"Well, that's up to you. But if you refuse... You can just keep on being my pet." He walked around and knelt in front of her chair, grinning wickedly. "I think I could make quite the master, don't you?" His tongue slithered out, tracing a line along his lower lip.
She immediately squeezed her legs together, pushing him away from her intimate area. "DON'T YOU DARE."
Daryll chuckled, amused by her reaction. "Feisty," he muttered, then leaned closer again, his breath hot on her cheek as he whispered into her ear, "You think you can resist me forever? I've had men that were tougher than you beg for mercy within minutes." He bit gently at her lobe.
He felt her shiver and smiled, satisfied with the effect he was having on her. Perhaps she would be more willing now to do as he asked...
"I've seen the way your body moves, the way you breathe..." He trailed off with a low chuckle. "The caravan isn't that far away. I could easily do this myself, but it would be much more enjoyable if we both got something out of it." His grin turned predatory. "What do you say?"
A part of you wanted to refuse, to push him away and find another way out of this situation. But then he whispered his threats into your ear... And something inside of you ached with the need for release. You glanced down at Daryll's hardening length pressed against your leg and swallowed thickly. "I'll do it." The words came out as a breathy moan, betraying your desire despite yourself.
Heat flared in his eyes as he heard her words, and he smiled triumphantly. "Good girl," he purred, leaning back to look her in the face again. His fingers deftly untied the knot at her waist, freeing one of her arms, then the other. As she stretched out, relieved of the painful binds, he moved around behind her and pressed his body against hers once more.
"You make me so hard," he murmured into her ear, guiding his erection to rub against her exposed cleft through the thin material of her panties. "I can't wait to see how you taste." With one last savage grin, he leaned forward and kissed her neck.
His tongue flicked out again and again, teasing the sensitive skin of her neck while he ground his hips against her. Her body arched reflexively into the contact, her breasts pressing against his chest as she gasped and moaned softly in pleasure. His other hand moved up to cup one breast, roughly pinching and rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
"You like that, don't you?" he growled into her ear, his free hand moving lower still until it slid beneath the waistband of her panties and hooked its fingers into the wet heat between her legs. "Tell me." His fingers curled, pressing deeper inside as he massaged her clit with rhythmic strokes while still grinding against her.