Warm her up.
From Thread 1
You pull your dagger from her neck and place it in its leather sheath. She looks at you with apprehension in her beautiful eyes, and you're taken aback by just how beautiful they, and the rest of her body, truly are. The rounded line of her chin curls upwards into cheeks so breathtaking, they leave a man wondering why his own wife's face wasn't more like them. The smooth column of her neck seamlessly flows into shoulders and a chest, upon which rest the most perfect breasts you have ever seen. Her taut stomach, tense from fear, undulates with perfectly formed muscles underneath the flawless skin. Beneath that, her pubic hairs are trimmed into a vertical line just above her clitoris, and the clitoris itself is hidden under its hood. Her vagina is a slim line atop a mound which, you know, hides her wonderful sex organs. Her legs shine incandescently in the moonlight as they taper from delicious thighs to delicate toes.
You're overcome with feelings new to you. Sure, you've seduced and deflowered many a fair maiden such as this one, but she... she is different from the others. Whether it's her silk-for-hair or the way she holds herself even while being held hostage, you fear that you may have fallen for this girl.
As you take her in with your eyes, she looks at with less and less terror and a growing sense of curiosity, until she asks, "Wh-what are you doing in my home?" Oh heavens, her voice! As though ambrosia were being scooped into your ears, her clear voice struck the final note within you. You had to have this woman, and you had to make her want you.
Without answering her question, you grab the wrist of the hand covering her breasts. You firmly and gently tug it away, against her resistance, until the perfect orbs are revealed to you. Her other hand is hiding her vagina, so she dare not cover them with that, so she instead blushes furiously. However, as alluring as it is, her chest is not the object of your attention. You bring your lips onto her hand and plant a light kiss on the side opposite the palm. She gasps.
You slowly kiss your way up her arm, while still holding her hand on your knee, so she is forced closer and closer to you. Eventually, you are licking and sucking on her neck and ears, and her heart is, despite her best efforts, fluttering in her chest. What could be more romantic than a mysterious man, charming and handsome, roaming into her bedroom at night and becoming smitten with her?
