There is nothing more tricky than dealing with a temptress or thief, and she is nothing short of both. Regardless of what era we decide the story takes place in, and how realistic or fantasy-based it shall be, we know one thing— She's up to mischief and refuses to not be a part of what this man she's taken to is up to. Admittedly, she has her reasons. Though that is for him to find out, and to work out as he goes.

He could take her in as a servant, maybe a maid or assistant. Maybe simply a lady he claims to care for. He could be a prince, a Viking king, or a humble businessman caught in a story. This part of the story is open-ended, I love to see how we can spin different tales and create an ending of our own. If interested, you can message or chat with me. I'm open to moving to Discord.

The waves looped over themselves in a restless series of swishes and sways, the gentle sound of the sea caught on the salty chill of ocean air as it blew in across the shore. The great lungs of the big blue breathed in tune with her own exhales, pillowy, plush lips pressed against the wet, cold ones of an unconscious man.

Bum. Dun.

Bum. Dun.

Bum. Dun.

The man, he breathed with life. It startled with a gurgle, and then soon a cough that meant it was time to release his nose and allow him to sit upright. She leaned back and plopped onto her ass against the pale yellow sands beneath.

She pressed a finger against her plump bottom lip, her mouth dual-toned with a pink bottom and brown top matched to the color of her skin. Freshly fallen chestnut, though it shimmered much like silvers under the moonlight. Her eyes were large and upturned. Honey-brown. Wide-set. They were like the sirens from the tales of pirates, alluring. Tempting— They beckoned men to do foolish things, to wonder their eyes. Her nose was comparable to a button, and her face a rounded heart shape framed within the fluff of raven black curls that spun their way down just beneath her chest over narrowed shoulders. A modest bust rested there, a slow rise and fall against her steady breathing. It eased into a thin waist, which widened into hips fit to support an ample backside and soft, plump thighs.

She was underclothed for the chill of the night. Those curves were only protected from the perverse eyes within the confinement of a bright yellow tube top, and a wrap skirt tied around her waist of the same color.

"Pity." She sighed softly, her gaze shifted away from the man. "You were so handsome asleep." She spoke her words mumbled. The man woke with body aches and blurry vision, although only the second problem disappeared as he adjusted to the night. Stars sparkled above him, the moon full and foreboding.

He groaned and plopped back into the wet sand. A few things were going on at that moment, and he needed to process them all with a headache. A lady, barely clothed, was beside him. It was night, so the time had passed. Lots of it. She had woken him.

Bum. Dun.

Bum. Dun.

Bum. Dun.

"You are no fun when quiet." She furrowed her brows. "You owe me your life, fair sire." She proved a little less generous and rose to her feet. They sunk into the sand, and she dusted her rear of the grains.

"And I like the sound of men and unpaid debt, so we have trouble. Allow me to bug you then..." She giggled, her hand outreached to him as she licked her bottom lip. "I don't ask that you trust me... Only that you take me along where you return to, you seem important enough... Though the alternative is that I scream and seduce the next warm body that hurries over against you." She leaned a little closer as she offered to help him up with a hand.

"I scream real loud and pretty, but you're a big boy... Why don't you figure that part out~?" She snickered and spun on her heel, turned away from him. She paused, then hummed. "Right..." She handled him his [ Wallet / Pouch ] and slapped it right against his chest. "I borrowed this, everything is soaked in it. I never bothered." She shrugged, her arms crossed over her chest. "You should be more careful with your belongings, someone might steal it..." She clicked her tongue, then glanced down. Curious.

"Did you know you get stiff when knocked out?" She looked back up. "Mm." She looked away again.