<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF4000"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Danielle Karembeux</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">The eldest daughter of Sir Damian</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/4e51f369-c715-4651-ade7-9f8d4b695ba4_zps51b9a8d9.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Danielle had been very frightened when she felt the hands of Leon on her leg. This could easily turn into the wrong direction and as it looked the servants wouldn't come to her rescue. She felt his lips on hers and she was like some dead wood. But Leon was very tender and she started to imagine that it may be Yakari kissing her and her lips opened a bit, allowing his tongue to enter. She had always wondered why the maids Hector had laid liked it, but now she understood. Damn, it was feeling so hot and she could feel how her heartbeat quickened and her breathing got shorter. She gave in into the kiss and the hand moved over her leg to her inner thighs. It gave her a strange feeling in her center, something warm was spreading there and she wished the hand would move deeper between her legs. Another hand wrapped around her back and touched her breasts. She nearly jumped when she felt the sensations and when her nipple hardened into some aching button all by itself. Wrapping her arms around Leon's necked she pressed her body against his hard chest. Every feel of time and space disappeared, she was only listening to the sensations in her body, when the kiss broke...a groan of disappointment left her lips. <br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"If I had known Lady Danielle was so willing after only a few minutes ago claiming her love for your younger brother, I would not have taken pause."</span><br/><br/>Danielle would have liked to throw something after Sir Alexander, when he took leave. Something sharp and pointed, something that would go in the back and come out in the front. She wasn't willing, wasn't she? What did that prick call her now, a whore? <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"I'm not a whore..."</span><br/><br/>She had mumbled it more to herself, turning her head back to Leon, wanting more of those kisses, of those touches. He had a curious look in his face and his hands kept her on distance.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"Somehow I have that gut feeling that if I kiss you some more now, Danielle, that you will rape me right here in this tent. I haven't met a lot of girls who are more eager to please, than you are. But before we go down that road...what is this with my brother? Are you really in love with him? And does he know?"</span><br/><br/>Danielle sighed, did she really want to talk about Yakari right now? With a man like Leon having her on her lap, a man with such a talented tongue? She was torn, but finally she answered his questions.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"I don't know. I think I am. I am not sure. But I want him as my husband, he is a really nice man and he deserves me and not this red-haired witch. And...he knows...."</span> The memories what had happened in her room returned and she started to sob in Leon's arms. She didn't want to tell that part of the story, as he may think her being crazy, but she knew she had to. And she would do, after she had spend some more minutes in his strong arms.</div>