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[ As someone who's lived her life poor and could only earn a living by being an assassin her whole life, when her boss had told her that she would be heading overseas for a job, she had no choice but to say yes.

And you'd think that she wouldn't actually fumble.

She's speedy and strong, and she's been doing this for a while. However, one cannot fight an entire army on her own, and while she had been warned about this fact beforehand, that doesn't mean that she can be entirely prepared for it in reality.

So in the end...

... the Thorn Princess falls.

The officers who have managed to 'put her in her place' have her currently tied up, her weapons confiscated and brought to their leader, to decide what to do with her. At the very least, they've allowed her to keep her outfit.

For now, anyway. ]

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I see.

[ Her voice is strangely soft but filled to the brim with disappointment. The fact that she can't get paid now because her client's dead is troublesome. How is she supposed to support her family?

How can she even face her brother now? ]

I would prefer not to die, but if that is my punishment... then I will accept that for my failure.

That seems pretty wasteful, doesn't it? Dying all because the person that hired you got caught?

[ Some of the officers who helped capture her look at him quizzically, but for his part, Sun Ce simply smirks, reaching out a hand to lift her chin up toward him. ]

I don't even know your name. Let's start there.

[ When he lifts her chin, she can see him properly, her dark scarlet eyes widening slightly in surprise. He doesn't plan on killing her? Why? What does he want with her, then?

Those are questions that run through her mind, but she has no idea what the answers would be.

Oh, but names --

She supposes that she shouldn't be giving her code name, right? Not that it'd matter to him. ]

It's Yor... sir. Yor Briar.

Yor... that's an unusual name. But I guess it might be perfectly normal where you're from.

[ He stands up, turning to one of the assembled guards. ]

Bring her something to drink, alright? Something to make her comfortable.

[ The guard pauses for a second, as if something Sun Ce said caught him off guard. But then, after a second, the man bows and exits the room to retrieve something.

Something that'll help make her... "comfortable."

And warm all over. ]

Umm...

[ Her words trail off awkwardly. ]

It's not a common name. But... a drink?

[ Now she's even more confused, and it shows on her face. ]

[ He folds his arms over his chest, taking a few steps around her. ]

Like I said, I'm not interested in killing you. And I don't have anyone I'm particularly interested in having you kill right now, either.

[ Assassinations aren't really his style. He'd rather fight a foe head-on.

He crouches back down behind her, his voice getting a little darker as his mouth nears her ear. Not too close, but still close. ]

A drink might help us figure out just what I should do with you instead... but I'm listening if you have any ideas.

I don't really have any ideas, I mean-- I'm not good for much outside of this job and cleaning...

[ At this point, the guard comes back, holding a small jar like one used to hold wine, sealed with a large cork and cloth. He's flanked by one of his comrades, who is holding two small cups. The first man holds it out toward Sun Ce, keeping it steady as the warlord turns toward it. ]

Cleaning, huh?

[ He pulls out the cork, and a refreshingly sweet, subtle aroma fills the air. There are notes of something fruity, and it doesn't smell alcoholic in the least. The second guard hands him a cup, and he holds it out for the first guard to pour a serving of the concoction into it.

(She won't need to even drink any. The mere scent of it will have an effect on its own — though she'll hardly be the only one affected.) ]

I'm sure I can figure out a way to put that to good use. But about that drink...

[ The second guard holds out the other cup, which is similarly filled. Sun Ce nods at the man, and he walks over to Yor, holding it out at a level where she can take a sip out of it. Just to show there's nothing dangerous about the drink (unless one considers being mindlessly horny and insatiable dangerous), Sun Ce holds out his own cup, ready to take a drink of his own if she seems hesitant.

It all came from the same jar, and there's nothing funny about it. No hidden chambers, nothing. In fact, it looks like some of the men might be eager to take a drink themselves. ]

Is it really okay for me to drink this...?

[ Of course she's hesitant.

But not for the reasons one might expect. The drink itself smells nice, but that's why she asks. After all, she did just attempt to take someone's life.

She's not suspicious of the drink.

She just doesn't think she deserves something this nice. ]

Of course. You're not trying to kill me anymore, right? What's in the past is in the past.

[ He takes a drink from his cup, then hands it back to the guard that had given it to him. The drink does down smoothly, making his throat feel warm in a most pleasurable manner.

He doesn't need the aphrodisiac effect, of course. His interest is already piqued. But it will make certain that his body will be able to keep up with his desires.

Yor, on the other hand... every second that she's not touching someone or being touched herself will make her needier. ]

Go on. I insist.

Well, I suppose it would be rude of me not to.

[ Although she's still a bit surprised that it was easy to get something so nice... he sure gets over things rather quickly, she thinks.

But there's no suspicion in the slightest as she takes the drink with both hands and downs it. ]

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Mmm... this is pretty good. Is this kind of drink common here?

[ There's warmth in the pit of her stomach and a flush that tinges her cheeks after she's drunk the concoction. She can't even hide the little goofy smile that slides onto her features, either. ]

It's pretty rare, actually. I was saving it for a special occasion.

[ His lips quirk into a smirk that's as friendly as it is mischievous. His eyes flit down to to her bound hands. It seems odd that she's still bound, but maybe they can use that to their advantage. ]

But if you like it, I can make sure you have all you want.

[ He reaches out and teasingly strokes beneath her chin with his finger. It's a flirtatious touch, to be sure, but he's always been one to be bold. ]

Huh? And this is a special occasion?!

[ Yes, that's definitely the shocking part about this situation. At least to Yor, with her already red cheeks thinks so.

Not to mention that the touch, as small as it is -- it's kind of nice, really. ]

Um, I wouldn't want to be a bother... but if it's okay...

[ If she likes that touch, then maybe she'll like when his fingers trail along the curve of her neck, teasing the slender skin there. His thumb cranes upward, catching the bottom of her lower lip and brushing over it softly. ]

Of course. Have some more.

[ Another filled cup is provided to her by one of the guards. Since she can't very well drink from it while he's teasing her mouth, Sun Ce's hand wanders... lower, fingers teasing her exposed upper chest and even traipsing into the top of her cleavage, brushing against the top swell of her breasts. ]

[ She leans a little to take another sip of the drink. Although she has to admit that this is admittedly still an awkward position to be in, it's certainly not the worst.

But the attention that he seems to give her sends shudders down her spine, the glow of her cheeks spreading to the tips of her ears. ]

Thank you...

[ The position certainly is awkward when it comes to being given a cup to drink. Good thing there are other, more comfortable uses for the position she's in. ]

It's my pleasure. Tell me... does this feel good?

[ His hand ventures lower still, fingers plucking through fabric and finding her nipple through her outfit. He twists and tugs on it to make certain it's erect, his free hand resting atop the sash holding his pants up. She may, depending on how well she's able to pay attention, notice an obvious bulge forming in front of her, a tent forming in the brocade of his pants. ]

That's...

[ When his hand lowers down her chest and he starts touching her where she's sensitive, tweaking on her sensitive nipples. She's never been touched like this before, and she's certainly never touched herself before, either. ]

I-It does. I've never... [ Yor chews on her lower lip, nervously. Her gaze flits all over, unsure of where she should be looking. ] ...is it okay...?

[ As his fingers tug and pinch at her nipple, his other hand reaches down to lift her chin once more, making sure that she can always look up at him if she's having trouble figuring out where to let her gaze rest. His lips curl into a lopsided grin, one that's as mischievous as it is warm. ]

I don't think anyone in this room is going to mind... though I might have to let them have a turn, too.

[ His hand leaves her chin so that he can start undoing the sash on his pants. It doesn't take long before his waistband is shoved down, and exposed before her is a long, thick, and very hard cock, which he holds lightly and allows to rest against her cheek. ]

I see.

[ Her words are a little tipsy, as if she's struggling for coherency. After two drinks of whatever the concoction was... it's definitely growing much more difficult for her to focus on anything that isn't how nice his touch feels, even against the fabric of her clothes. Or how her arousal seems to pool between her legs, thighs rubbing anxiously. ]

If they don't mind, then it's okay...

[ Red eyes fixate on his hand, and how he starts to udno his waistband and reveal to him what's underneath.

Oh.

This is her first time seeing one so big, and her breathing begins to stagger as she stares at it. But she's not sure what to do, as she's inexperienced, so she finds herself looking at him pleadingly to see what he wants from her. ]

[ His hand releases her breast — for now, of course — so that it can instead slide fingers back through her hair, cradling the back of her head. His other hand grips his own cock by its base, and he looks down at her with a gaze that's utterly full of lust. ]

Go on... kiss it all over with that cute mouth of yours.

[ That'll be a good start. But this night won't be over until she's taken him in her other holes, too. And who knows? Maybe some of his men might get to do more than watch if things go smoothly enough. ]

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[ His words are encouraging.

And while she's a bit nervous, the fact that she's actually being called cute is enough for her. So, tentatively, she does as told -- pressing her lips against the length of his cock, peppering it with kisses all over while continuing to look at him in the eyes, wondering if she's doing okay. ]

Mmm... good.

[ His hips move, his hand providing gentle guidance to encourage her to explore him with her mouth. The side of his shaft, its underside, all of it... he wants to watch her savor him.

It's only when he's been thoroughly kissed that he pulls back, lining up his cock with her mouth. The implicatyare clear, though with her inexperience, maybe they won't be. Which means he needs to spell it out. ]

Open your mouth. I want you to put your lips around me.

[ She doesn't need to try to fit all of him in. Not for her first blowjob. But he'll get her there eventually. ]

[ She's doing good?

For some reason, that praise makes her face flush even more, clearly pleased before brows raise curiously at his next statement before she nods, opening her mouth wide before leaning in to take him in. It's only once that's done that she makes a humming, inquisitive sound, as if to make sure that she's doing it right. ]

[ She's certainly off to a good start. The hand on the back of her head provides firm but gentle guidance, encouraging her to bob her head up and down in shallow but increasingly ambitious motions. ]

Hnnn... there you go. Just like that.

[ His other hand slips down to reward her efforts by tugging on her nipple through her outfit once more. He watches with a lustful expression, wetting his lips with his tongue. ]

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