Mature content ahead.


The only lasting beauty is the beauty of the heart.

His first thought was that she does not know how to kiss. Her mouth was barely open and she seemed shocked by his passion. He wound his fingers in her silky mane and pulled her closer to him, nibbling at her soft lips.

Then he pulled her bottom lip between his teeth. She gasped at that and opened her mouth wider. He took advantage and slid his tongue into her mouth. She shuddered deeply at the first touch of his tongue on hers. Sliding and touching each other in an ancient, passionate dance.

His second thought was of sensation. Sweet wine, soft warm flesh, honeyed softness of lips and the intoxicating smell of lilies... so this is what innocence feels like. As a man who paid for sex, he compared it to the feel of jaded lovers, with their staged moans and hard lips. They knew the part they had to play. They knew that foreplay was necessary before the key deed and all they wanted to do, was perform well, so they got their money.

He had understood that and accepted it. But this girl, this sweet young girl, she made him realize just what he had been missing for so long. The heady sweetness of innocence. He moaned into her mouth.

She broke off the kiss to stare at him, breathing harshly. Her hands were on his shoulders, clutching him for support. He was aware of the feel of her hips on the lower part of his body. Her dark blue eyes gazed deeply into his, as if she was trying to look into his soul. Her lips were slightly swollen.

He wanted more, so he gently but firmly, cradled her face in his hands and pulled her back to his lips, kissing her slowly and gently. She whimpered at his tenderness and deepened the kiss.

Now her body had softened against his and his third thought was of possession. So he left her lips to nip at her ear and gently bite the delicate outer shell. She trembled violently at the sensation.

He softly held her by her throat in one hand, to keep her still. Then he rubbed his beard near the soft corner of her mouth and she jerked her head back. He kissed a trail down her long exposed throat, holding her still with his hand and gently bit the junction of flesh where her neck met her shoulder.

She arched into his arms then, pressing her breasts to his chest with a gasp. "You are mine now", he murmured darkly, against her skin and pulled the soft flesh of her neck through his teeth, to mark her. She whimpered at this but except for a deep shudder, didn't move a muscle, her neck still in his hand.

He could not ignore the softness of her body against his own anymore, nor could he ignore his extremely painful erection. Swiftly he gathered her in his arms and stood up, then walked over to the bed and gently laid her down. She lay there mutely, hands by her side, palms down on the cool white sheets. Her eyes were wide and deep blue in her face and her hair billowed on the pillow, like a halo of red flame.

He couldn't resist stroking it as he gently knelt beside her. It really is like spun silk. He buried his face in the fragrant, soft mass, inhaled deeply to fill his nose with the scent of lilies and nuzzled her. He slowly lowered himself on her, groaning at the feel of her supple soft body under his. He didn't want to hurt her with the flame arc in his chest, so he raised himself slightly on one arm and started kissing her neck and her chest.

Then he put one hand on her soft thigh and slowly pushed the edge of the dress up. He grazed the sensitive smooth skin along her inner thigh. To his callused hands, this was like heaven. Take her Anthony, after all she is yours to possess, isn't she.. the dragon cackled. He agreed silently and placed his palm on her curls, ready to touch the most sensitive part of her and prepare her for his erect cock.

He felt her shiver violently and Tony suddenly looked up. Her head was turned to one side as she stared blankly at the wall on her left. She was biting her lip and was so pale, teeth marks were visible on her lower lip. Tony noticed her arms were still at her sides, fists clenching the sheet tightly. He watched as a small tear trickled out of her right eye. Through the thick fog of arousal, he realized she was afraid and it hit him like a ton of bricks: she was an innocent and he was taking her against her will.

"Pepper", he said, his raging passion making his voice gruff. She started at the sound of her name and turned to stare at him, with wide blank eyes. As though she was physically here but mentally, somewhere else. He pushed himself off her body, sat back on his heels and asked, "You are a virgin, aren't you?"

She nodded slowly, looked somewhere behind him and then whispered, "It does not matter my lord. A debt is a debt". The smell of lilies had now become overpowering and out of nowhere, he remembered his mother telling him that lilies represented purity.

Ha!, scoffed the dragon, Purity is overrated, it's just sex and she's just another warm body. Isn't she? Give in to your lust and take what she owes you. Besides, she came to you, so she knows what she's doing.

His erection throbbing painfully between his legs, wasn't helping and he took a deep breath. The dragon was right, wasn't it? He was no longer a gallant knight and she was not a lady. So what did it matter if he sated himself in her body? The loss of innocence!, his conscience screamed at him. Look at her face, see her fear. If you take her, you will truly be a monster, no different from the Slave Leader.

The thought sobered him and he tried to calm down. But his lust was so great and his frustration increased at how close he had come to achieving release. He tightened his jaw and ignored the dragon's mocking laugh.

"Go back to your room", he muttered tightly, moving off her and rising from the bed. "I don't want your payment."

She stared at him dumbly as he looked down at her, with stormy eyes. Nearing the end of his patience, he roared, "Go back to your room before I forget myself!" She watched with awe as the blue flame seemed to glow sharply in his chest, through his night shirt.

The Knight slammed his fist angrily into the bed's wooden frame and she quickly rolled out of the bed and ran through the door.

Tony glared at her departing form, then stood up and slammed the door shut. Tigliath growled at him in fear but he ignored the big cat and strode to the window. He had to calm himself down, his chest burned horribly and his erection hurt.

He roughly pulled his swollen penis out from his trousers and with a vengeance, begin to angrily jerk himself off. As he neared release, the dragon whispered sarcastically, This is all the company you deserve, Anthony, and Tony agreed silently, cursing his conscience, his life and his body.