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
Hemolis snorted, noticing it was her brother. "This isn't funny anymore, Daryll. This time, I won't spread my legs for you, even though you're my older brother."
"Oh really?" Daryll chuckled, crouching down beside her chair "And why's that? You think I can't make you, sweetheart?" He leaned in closer to her face, his breath tickling her ear. "Or maybe you think someone else will come rescue you before I get the chance..."
Daryll leaned back and grinned maliciously at her comment, his fingers absently toying with the buttons on her jacket. "Oh dear sister," he said in a mocking tone, "you really don't know me very well if you think I'd ever let someone else have the pleasure of claiming what's mine." His grin widened as he pushed the jacket open to reveal the pale skin underneath. "Now, why don't you be a good girl and start thinking about how nice it will be..." He trailed off suggestively.
She pushed him back a little with her legs. "Go fuck yourself. I'm not going to do this, Daryll."
Daryll smiled coldly at her defiance and straightened up. "Oh, you're going to regret that, sister mine." He reached into his pocket, withdrawing a length of rope, and moved to begin binding her arms to the chair more securely. "Let this be a lesson to you about making bad choices," he hissed as he wrapped it around her wrists.
Once she was thoroughly restrained, Daryll stood up and walked away from her, his hands on his hips. He glanced around at the dark chamber they were in before turning back to Hemolis with a sly smirk. "You know, dear sister...I could still use you for my own purposes, even like this."
With that, he leaned forward and began to roughly kiss her neck, his hands reaching down to grip at the fabric of her pants.
With each kiss and each grope, his confidence in her submission seemed to grow. "You belong to me now," he whispered into her ear, punctuating the words with another rough nip of his teeth. "And I won't be satisfied until I take what is mine." He ground himself against her leg, his arousal clear even through their layers of clothing.
"Mhh... Daryll, you're a bastard, you know that? Fucking your own sister..."
Daryll chuckled darkly as she spoke against his lips. "And why do you think that matters to me?" he growled into her ear before nipping at the lobe playfully. With a wicked grin, he pulled away from her long enough to run his hands up under her shirt, groping roughly at her breasts through her bra. "As long as I get what I want... who cares about the rest?"