Well well, that had worked a lot better than she'd expected! The large, powerful man moved between her legs somewhat gingerly, or perhaps he was having trouble moving around with what she imagined was a massive erection packed away in his loincloth. She made no motion to stop him, instead letting a subtle smile play on blood-red lips. She felt large, powerful palms on her thighs again, each calloused inch pressing against her, feeling the smoothness of her leg and the power that lurked just beneath the surface like a shark. Exerting himself, he let the pleasant sensation of his healing magic emanate outward into her... She made a noise - not a moan, not a sigh, something in between... magic that felt like a hot fire after a blizzard, without all the desperation that came with. It was an obliging feeling that came unconditionally (except that it required a sunburn to receive).<br/><br/>Soon his hands finished with another part of her body and he moved to her inner thighs. No burn there, and yet he continued healing... and it felt good. Really good. This time, it all seemed to flow to her groin as if seeking it out.. All that pleasure, slinking up her thighs like an army of little tingly ants on a very carnal mission. The Dark Woman gave a moan, a throaty, husky, unapologetically licentious noise. Oh, that clever scoundrel of a knight! He knew what this was going to do to her, he'd wanted to do it. And that meant he was hers! Well, not as much of a chase as she'd expected, but she was game to reap her reward anyways.<br/><br/>The knight spoke, breaking the silence that ensued after her noise, his seductive tone cutting through the cool night air and creating a microcosm of intense heat solely around them. Oh, it was a silly remark he'd made, still trying to pretend to be the goody-goody when she knew now that what he'd really wanted was to ravage her, take her right here in their camp on a hard, rough boulder. She wanted to laugh, but suppressed it - still in control, Dark Methuseld knew it might put him off and had no intention of allowing that to happen. No doubt he was erect for her now, so utterly unable to think about anything besides plunging into her to discover how warm, how wet for him she was.<br/><br/>Very.<br/><br/>"That's a good idea," she answered him, voice sweet and golden like honey. "You may remove it to make sure all is well..." Inwardly she smiled, opening her eyes to behold how exactly he'd look removing her clothes. A large buckle awaited him, an obstacle that attached her heavy belt to her hips and hid the clasp that secured the leather he so badly wanted to remove. Once it was out of the way, she'd shift to her side slightly, revealing a delightful curve of round derriere, as well as the clasp that secured the leather to that part of her he'd been unable to stop thinking about since the ride this afternoon.