The Thief in the Night

"Ouch!" Freyr cried when Cherise bit his hand, but before he could get away he found herl legs wrapped around his mid-section. He had thought about restraining her legs, having the materials to do so, but didn't think it was necessary. Freyr smirked at her despite the postion. "I'm afraid I can't do that," he replied. "I still have a job to do after all."

Her grip would only tighten on his waist. "HELP!" If he wasn't going to comply, she was going to make things difficult on him. As much as she could manage.

Freyr winced as her legs started to squeeze him, making it even harder to break free. And with her constantly crying out someone was eventually going to hear her and come running. He needed to put a stop to that. "You know, Cherise, I oftern have pretty girls such as yourself crying out to me." He smiled like the devil. "Though in a slightly differnt way." One of his hands would slowly travel to her crotch, and he would gently start to rub her between the legs.

Her face turned bright red at his words, feeling quite uncomfortable. And when he started to rub between her legs, it made her cry out in protest, releasing him from the scissor hold and trying to kick him away. "HELP!" If she managed to kick him away, she'd close her legs, trying to cover herself up yet again.

Freyr's tactic worked just as expected against a girl of Cherise's personality, and he let out a sigh of relief as he was released from the bodyscissor. As Chrise tried ti kick him away he would instead block her kick, moving up so he was sitting astride her stomach and away from her legs. Before she could cry out, he would clamp his hand over his mouth again. "Shh," he whispered again, and if Cherise remeained quiet, he would slowly remove his hand.

She realized her mistake, but didn't know how she could have done any different. She didn't want him touching her like that. She'd collapse against the bed, glaring at him, but otherwise remaining silent.

"I get the feeling you do not like me, Cherise my dear," Freyr noted as he remained mounted on her. At least now she wasn't screaming. "What's not to like? I'm handsome, charming, and oh so gentle." As he said this he would gently brush away Cherise's hair, continuing to smile down at her.

"Your a liar and a thief. You might as well be completely ugly too. No matter how nice you pretend to be, you ARE a bad guy. Dress it up in pathetic excuses all you want. It can't change how ugly you really are." Even though she was worried about her situation, she still showed defiance, wanting to slap him hard in the face. But she had to settle for trying to do so verbaly rather than physically.

Freyr merely smiled at the barbs to his ego, leaning downcloser to Cherise so they were nearly nose to nose. "They said the same thing about Robin Hood," he told her. "And yet many considered him a hero. I may not give to the rich, but I am not greedy. Otherwise..." He hand gently traced across her breasts. "I might take things truly didn't belong to me..."

Her eyes would be shut tight as she turned her head, and he'd likely notice her trembling under his touch. Cherise would bite her lower lip, wishing she'd beaten him. Being in this position made her quite uncomfortable. "Your still ugly to me. A thief with morals is still a thief. And you won't convince me otherwise."