Release him, after you've sexually used him
From Create Your Own Story
A feeling of erotic pleasure and guilt rushes over you like a wave as you brandish your hunting knife from your belt and place it at his neck. His whole body goes pale, but to his credit he doesn't utter a sound. "You try anything stupid," you whisper through gritted teeth, lowering the knife to his chest, "and I kill you right here, right now. Understand?"
He manages a simple nod, and you can't help but laugh as you draw the knife down his torso, cutting away his shirt. His face goes from white to red in seconds as he realises what you're about to do. You push him back onto the muddy ground, before quickly standing up.
"I'll let you go," you say as you undo your belt and let your leather leggings fall to your ankles. "After you make me cum." With a shaking hand, you pull your undergarments down too, revealing a set of pale thighs and hairy nether region. He looks away, his face almost crimson as you lower yourself down, placing your thighs in between his head. You place the flat side of your knife, still clutched in your right hand, against his cheek, silently reinforcing your point as you turn his face upwards, him looking straight up between your thighs. You fully lower your body to the ground, and gasp as he immediately gets to work. Somewhere, deep inside of you, you can't help but wonder how what you are doing is any better from what they had been doing just moment before. Perhaps worse. As a paladin, you are supposed to stand for purity and virtue. But then again, you can change the wicked ways of these criminals without having to kill them, through a little bit of scare tactics. Can't you?
His tongue works harder and faster inside of you, causing you to groan involuntarily. You push your weight further down onto his head, smothering his face with your thighs, plump behind and all between it. You reach down with your free hand and plant it on the ground above him, leaning forward to open yourself up as much as possible. He mutters something, perhaps a word- maybe he was just breathing, but the vibrations causes you to cry out again, your shrill voice cutting through the morning mists of the empty plain. You can feel yourself getting closer now, your body heaving, the pressure and tingling in between your legs building to a point of no return. Throwing the knife down, you lean forward as far as you can, your shirt and belly pressed against the top of his head as both hands drop to his temples. You begin to pant furiously into the mud as you squeeze as tight as you can with your thighs. His hands come up in protest, but you swat them away easily. Suddenly you cum, the pressure and tingling released in waves of pure pleasure that travel across your body, right down to the core of your heart. You scream, earnestly into the ground as you bounce mercilessly on his face, rubbing up and down in carnal pleasure as the feeling starts to slowly fade like writing on a beach in high tide.
You're not sure how long you lie there, catatonic-like, but you eventually come to your senses and rise, your breathing returning to normal. As you start to hitch up your undergarments and leggings, you notice, to your surprise, the man's eyes are closed and he isn't moving. Quickly checking him, you soon realise he is breathing- most likely just passed out from the lack of oxygen for a few seconds. As you gather your stuff and redo buckles, some dark thoughts start to creep into the corners of your mind as to what do with the group, but you quickly cast them out. You want to keep your word, and besides, you're a paladin. Your job is to bring light, not extinguish it. You head back onto the trail.
