Princess Sherry’s Tale

had defended himself by refusing to acknowledge her subtle invitations and her brief touches.
He had been blocking her from the beginning.
Now, however, with Sherri on his back, he would be at her mercy for at least the next ten minutes.

If he’s this tightly wound already, he’s more sensitive than I thought.

Adequately enjoying his stiff response, Sherri hugged Tol’s neck harder.
In this position her bre*sts were pressed tightly against his back.
As Sherri had intended, Tol’s back became tenser against her.
And more, Tol’s earlobes were burning red.
So red, in fact, that she worried for a moment.
When she realized that he was just reacting to her proximity, however, she relaxed again, and pressed even closer to his back, enjoying her body’s own warm reaction to his.

Hmm… Should I just shift his balance, and knock us both down? Down into a delicious heap? No, Sherri, control yourself just a little longer.

Of course, she could just always ask him to lower his pants, saying it’s an order.
However, Sherri didn’t want that sort of coerced relationship.
And she was enjoying watching his futile battle against himself.
Against his own desire for her.
She could not force his hand, even if he resisted her in the end and the time she’d spent pursuing him was a waste of time.

And finally, above all, if she conquered Tol with an order, her campaign to seduce him would become a crime, and though she was many things, she was not that. 

Still, their situation was not easy to define.
Their relationship was somewhere in the grey, where Tol struggled with his feelings, never acting on his desires but also never rejecting her.

What in the world is his problem?

He was the first man to withstand her advances, and her beauty which she’d been told on many occasions was incomparable to any other woman in the empire… This had never happened before, and she hoped it would never happen again in the future. 

From her vantage point on his back, she looked appreciatively at his short turquoise hair and thickly corded neck.
A neck, which she noticed, was tanned, but also reddening under her scrutiny.
As red as his ears. 

Sherri, shook herself out of her thoughts, and suddenly put her lips close to his neck, her breath whispered against his neck, “Tol, am I not heavy?”

“…not at all, Madam Kasheira.
With your petite size…”

Look at him. Every time he took a breath, his body stiffened further, and his earlobes and neck heated up even hotter.
Sherri knew that he was feeling it.
Feeling the intensity between them. 

I’m not immune to this strange pull between us either.
If he ever chose to unleash his sexual energy, he would be a force.
Even if I was more of a player than Hans, I’d still need to fight off the line of women who would be hanging onto him.

Sherri didn’t know a lot about swords, because she had never had much interest in them, but she knew that Tol was an expert swordsman.
He was even more of a promising knight than she’d first thought, as soon became clear when she’d heard the reviews about him these past days.
On top of that, even though his right to succeed had been pushed back, as the youngest son of the count, and the official knight of the marquis, he met all the conditions required to one day become the most beloved and powerful knight in the capital.