In the dimly lit chamber, a woman adorned in scarlet silk reclined on a chaise longue, her fiery locks cascading down her shoulders. Her name was Isolde, a woman of such radiant beauty that men would forsake their fortunes and kingdoms for a single night in her embrace. Her body was the epitome of perfection, curves in all the right places, and a pair of breasts that would make any man’s heart race.
Isolde beckoned to the young man who stood in the doorway, his eyes wide with awe and desire. He was but a simple page, barely eighteen summers old, but he had caught the eye of the scarlet siren, and she had decided to make him her plaything for the evening.
“Come hither, my sweet,” Isolde cooed, her voice like honey and wine. “Do not be afraid. I only wish to taste the sweet nectar of your youth.”
The page hesitated for a moment, but the allure of the red-haired temptress was too strong to resist. He crossed the room, his heart pounding in his chest, and knelt before her.
Isolde’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she reached out and traced a finger down the page’s cheek. “You are a handsome lad,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “But I bet you have never been with a woman before, have you?”
The page shook his head, his eyes downcast.
Isolde smiled and leaned forward, her perfect breasts spilling out of her silk gown. “Well, then,” she said, “let me be your first.”
She pressed her lips to his, and the page felt a jolt of electricity coursing through his veins. Her tongue explored his mouth, and he responded in kind, his hands reaching up to touch her perfect body.
Isolde broke the kiss and stood up, letting her silk gown fall to the floor. She was completely naked, her body on display for the page’s eyes only.
“Touch me,” she commanded, her voice husky with desire.
The page reached out and cupped her breasts, his fingers tracing the outline of her nipples. Isolde moaned with pleasure, her head falling back as she surrendered to the sensation.
The page’s hands wandered down her body, exploring every inch of her perfect form. He reached her sex and found it wet and ready for him.
Isolde pushed him back onto the chaise longue and straddled him, her wetness enveloping his cock. She rode him slowly at first, her breasts bouncing in front of his face.
The page couldn’t believe what was happening. He had never felt anything so incredible in his life. He reached up and cupped Isolde’s breasts, his thumbs flicking at her nipples.
Isolde moaned with pleasure, her pace quickening. The page could feel her getting closer and closer to her climax.
Suddenly, she threw her head back and let out a loud moan as she came, her body shuddering with pleasure.
The page wasn’t far behind. He gripped Isolde’s hips and thrust up into her, his orgasm ripping through his body.
Isolde collapsed onto him, her body slick with sweat.
“You are a natural,” she whispered in his ear.
The page smiled, his heart still racing from the most incredible experience of his life.
From that moment on, he was no longer a simple page but a man who had tasted the forbidden fruit of the scarlet siren. And he would never be the same again.
The End.
