A slave under a rouche tree

What a blessing and a curse to be confined in a dark, wet cave with the king.

Most of the time he is semi-naked and protests when Astrid asks him to put on some clothes. Her argument is that it's inappropriate, his argument is that she is his woman. His argument is better, but truly, she can't tell him that the real reason she wants him to put something on is that she isn’t constantly drooling after him.

Well, an option is not to look, but she realized fast enough she can't...

"Aren't you cold?" She tries again.

"No." He answers, containing a smile, as he always does.

"How about...?"

"No."

She is done! If he's going to play this game, no reason for her not to win.

She strips down and throws her dress on the ground. He gives her a curious look, but says nothing.

For the next hour, she just walks around, naked as the day she was born, and enjoys seeing him covering his hardened manhood. She expected this to be harder, as she is not the type that is comfortable sitting like this, even if