Thread: The Virgin Prize [Prince & LingeringDesire]

Philippe had thought he noticed a slight shift in Emmeline's attitude. Perhaps the hours alone and tied up had taken a little of the fight out of the girl and she was more resigned to her fate. No magical rescuer had appeared and Philippe even dared hope that she might even not might the company of the dashing, roguish pirate captain if the alternative was solitary confinement. In any event, he noticed her gazing more freely at his nude form. It wasn't quite the lascivious, open mouthed drooling desire he would have hoped for, but it was certainly a casualness with his nudity that was encouraging. Let her get used to his naked body, then the next step was getting her to want it. That thought chilled Philippe again as he realized his baser instincts were again driving him towards ways to plunder the girl. He'd have to walk a tight rope tonight. Much to his surprise, Emmeline decided to dress in front of him. He had expected another demure turn of her back, but perhaps the young lady decided that after his own cavalier and nonchalent display of skin that she would look prudish and young if she wasn't comfortable changing in his company. It wasn't exactly a titillating strip tease, more of a functional disrobing and efficient redressing as she adjusted the dresses and cobbled together a new outfit out of fragments of three others. Still, the sight of her body from the front was thrilling to the jaded pirate. Like her back, her skin was flawless and porcelain white. A smooth, tempting expanse of virgin flesh with two succulent hanging mounds with adorable, pink nipples at their summits. Philippe was quickly mesmerized watching them jiggle and swing as the girl ripped at the dresses in her hand. It was a shame when she finally pulled her new outfit fully on, but there was some solace in that her new bustline was scandalously lower than before. With her breasts pressed together in the cinched bodice, her cleavage spilled out perilously and would be a truly tempting sight all dinner. Did the supposedly chaste lady know what she was doing? After baring most her body to a depraved pilot, perhaps she liked his reaction? He hadn't been shy in ogling her, his eyes latching onto her breasts and his mouth curling into an appreciative smile. A few choice words had slipped out, including Ooh la la and Mon dieu to further encourage her. Philippe was also thankful his leather pants were relatively think, or else the full extent of her affect on him would be revealed by the bulge his throbbing cock was forming down his thigh. Mon cheri , you are an ange , radiant, Philippe said after rising to his feet and bowing. He took her palm and brought it up to his lips in an elegant kiss, his lips lingering on the back of her hand as he savored the taste of her skin. He let her go reluctantly and turned to grab a bottle of fine French wine that he had commandeered from the captured ship. After uncorking it, he poured two glasses of the red burgundy and proffered one to Emmeline as he motioned for the girl to sit. As if on cue, the door opened and the chef entered with the first of the courses, the beets, and a basket of bread and butter. After the man had left, Philippe took a careful sip of his wine and smiled at the excellent flavor. I think you'll like this red, very sweet and with a soft finish, he murmured as he stared at the girl. Now tell me Emmeline, I know you have questions and concerns. What is it I can tell you about your fate?