V3 Chapter 41

Regina sat on the cold, hard ground for what appeared to be hours. Though, she didn't how long exactly. However, she knows it must be quite a very long time already. Still, she could not believe that this was actually happening. The once Genius, and prideful Warrior of the Railbert Family, is now at the mercy of her enemy. Furthermore, the enemy in front of her was a perverted monster. One that seemed to relished on her humiliation and tears.

What was going to happen to me now?

She was scared. Her legs were spread and she felt a chill ghost over her nether regions. What is this Monster going to do to her? Her heartbeat wild, panic, fear, anxiety- but at the same time, for some reason, a sudden surge of anticipation coursed through her body.

Perhaps it might be...enjoyable?

The expression of the red-haired woman couldn't disappear inside her mind, making her feel strange.

Regina stared at the Werebeast, gritting her teeth, she opened her mouth.

“T-turn for what?!?”

She asked feebly, but still, trying to appear tough, cold, unyielding. Though she knows what the Foxman meant, she just can’t believe the situation that was suddenly unfolding before her. She gulped, her throat dry and almost painful at this point. She already knew what was going to happen, well, maybe not precisely what was going to take place. But she knew it would be something sexual. And because it was with an enemy that had captured her, it would surely be different and daring.

She’s not someone who didn’t know what would happen when a woman was taken captive. In fact, she knew too well, what would happen to them. She had even seen the same thing before- Werebeasts captured, tortured, and if not died, would become an enslaved sexual tool for men.

She didn’t care before, but now she’s in the position, she suddenly started to feel fear, excited. Especially, looking at her captor, a handsome Foxman. Regina somewhat relieved herself. At least, it’s not an old man with strange hobbies.

Thinking about it, she suddenly wondered if she was so totally shameless that she lacked the desire to fight off the fate that was awaiting her. Had her morality so totally deserted her at this point that she would willingly become embroiled with an enemy? Much less a Werebeast?

But even with these thoughts flooding her mind, Regina found herself docilely looking at her handsome captor. At the same time, the Foxman stared at her with an amused grin. It seems like she still has a fighting spirit within her.

That's good. This would make things… interesting.

Cian smirked, and without concealing anything, admired the curves of her body, as he had often done while she was still sleeping. Stretched out as she was – hands and feet bound by Amadea's vines, tougher than any normal metal but with a surface as smooth as leather as to not dig in the victim's skin, avoiding cuts and bleed–he wanted her. But he preferred not hurting her.

"Embarrassed?" he asked, his voice laded with thick teasing.

"Disgusting." Regina hissed in response, "You, your soul, and your body is all disgusting to me. And I don't like looking at something so hideous as you."

"That should have pierced me where my heart should be." He said in a fake dramatic tone. "But, sadly, I've thrown my heart a long time ago. You see, the one standing in front of you, is but a leftover husk. A Beast, in your language."

He glanced at her bewildered face. He shrugs; "You see, I gave my heart to someone, but it was not appreciated. So in pain, I throw it away." His eyes radiated sadness that caused even Regina to quiver, not completely understanding what had happened.

Why would she feel sympathy for him?

Strange. What's happening to me?

"Mercy, kindness, all of it is out of the situation now. So you would not have it, even if you ask,"

"... ..."

Cian stared at her, having an unparalleled view.

Regina had the kind of face that drove men wild. Her mouth was wide and full-lipped and inviting. Even her teeth were perfect rows of gleaming white. Her wide, blue eyes smoldered constantly, seeming to forever hold a promise of animal passion just waiting to be released.

But the beauty of her face was just an appetizer for her other charms. Regina was the kind of tall, willowy perverted men dream about. She was almost six feet tall, taller than the earth Cian Cahlo, and almost as big as Amadea who was older than her. But she was as lean and finely muscled as a thoroughbred racing horse. Her broad shoulders tapered down to an upper-body that was long and lean. Perhaps, due to her warrior training?

There was only one thing about her upper body that wasn't skinny – her gorgeous plump breasts– and that was what made him even hornier. Even her legs were impossibly long and impossibly shapely. Her ass was a perfectly rounded bubble, soft enough for a man to sink his fingers into- and of course, tight enough to drive him wild.

Gravity obligingly molded her Chinese-like dress, top to the profile of her torso. Apparently, she was cold. Watching her quiver, Cian felt a stirring of emotions within him – a mix of lust and hate, he told himself. She had tried to kill him, aiming for his life with clear reason…

Though he was just acting and saying things at random, he was not lying. He had no affection left for her. Nor mercy. He should not become soft- kill your emotions. Even if she's a woman. She's an enemy, but she has her use. She needs to submit. Force or Torture would not help his cause.

"Now, let's forget about useless things. Lady Regina, what do you say, having a discussion about some quite important things between us. Something like the sudden violence, hostility with no reason you have shown me before. You know, you made me bleed, unnecessarily. Don't you think you owe me an apology?"

Regina turned to look at him. Something flashed behind her eyes, just for a moment, and then her gaze turned dull.

"Mercy? Hmph! I won't break under torture. And I won't need it!" she informed him, as calmly as if disagreeing with his choice of breakfast food.

"Fighting and Killing the likes of you is my mission, and so I shall do so without regret."

Cian knew it was true. The likes of her are quite stubborn, willful… And she would have undertaken training as an assassin, just like he did, to resist torture. This world, too, would have been foolish not to work on reinforcing their defenses against inconvenient events.

But so what? He didn't care. There are always methods, ways to get what I want. Especially against women...in fact, more so, when against women.

I should make her submit before asking questions. The situation of this land, the Godstone Kingdom that Asceius and Iris belonged to, I need information from all of them. I can't do so against Asceius, and I can't defeat Iris, but this woman... Regina is a God-send.

Glory to Night, then...

Cian grinned at Regina. The latter was trying to avoid looking at his naked body directly and turned her gaze to the dark, cavernous ceiling.

I will make use of you, every part of you. If you don't want to talk, I will make you talk~

Would the Foxman be harsher, or gentler with her than another captor? From all indications, harsher. Still, Regina steeled herself to bear the pain. She'd borne worse pain than anything he could inflict on her now. She had gone through tough training, sufferings, pain, war, battles, she would not yield now.

"Torture? Oh please, I'm not so fond of such tasteless violence. I prefer pleasure, rather than pain...for myself, and for others. So if you don't want to talk to me, then be my guest. Do what you want, as I will do what I want as well.... with no reservations,"

A shiver ran down her spine.

Regina gasped as a feather-light touch brushed the soft, sensitive skin of her skin. Her body jerked violently.

"No…" she breathed, as the touch ghosted downwards. Warm hands began to caress and tease at the soft mounds of flesh, and her body bucked against her will.

"You, you! What are you doing!" she cried in anxiety. Though she had braced herself, the moment it did happen, her heart started beating wildly and fear, panic started to surge through her entire body. A whimper broke between her lips when the hands danced along her inner thighs.

"No!" she cried again, somewhat begging this time.

"I'm doing what I want, just like I said. I don't like pain, nor inflict pain on others. I only gave pleasure, and that's what I will give," He brushed her hair behind her ears, "I have nothing, so I sought pleasure that can fill my empty being." gently, he dragged his nail along her stomach.

"P, pleasure?! Are you crazy?! Unhand me!!" she cried out in a slightly scared tone.

Cian almost let out a chuckle for her little stammering, but didn't.

"Perhaps, I am. But what does it matter, in the end, you are in my hands, aren't you? In every fight, battle, the victor gets what he wants from the defeated- a prize, a trophy...and as it entails, I am the victor between us," Cian slowly stroked her leg. "I believe we should get started, and claim my deserved prize, don't you think?"

"Get your filthy hands off of me! I am not a prize!!" Regina hissed. Though, her voice quivered, scared, anxious, panic.

Cian was unfazed as he took her breast in his hand that was once stroking her belly.

"You have to admit that does feel good."

Regina gritted her teeth, but she flinched a little.

"No," she snorted, "It doesn't."

He squeezed lightly. "How about now?"

Her breath got a little harder "No."

"A tough woman, can't say I dislike that. However, I know you want this Lady Regina. Why deny yourself?"

"That… isn't… what I want!"

"Liar," Cian smirked.

"Aaaahh," she breathed, but was unable to move or do anything. This was completely out of order. But she was feeling so strange as if she had no will to resist. And down there, before her legs, she felt her womanly genital beginning to moisten, despite her struggles.

She subconsciously shifted her bottom again on the ground, felt a heat burning up the slit of her pussy into the cleft of her ass, creating an unbearable itch and tingly sensation that is hard to endure. In fact, her whole body was beginning to itch and tingle. She groaned and felt her breasts seem to swell against her enemy's palms, the nipples hardening painfully. She squealed a little.

"S, stop. Please, stop!!"

She said weakly and she was now having a hard time breathing.

"Do you really expect me to take sympathy upon you?"

Cian grinned, realizing he somehow loved the look on her face.

"N-no!" she yelled, "I just want you to stop!"

"Do you know what I would love to see?"

Cian looked down into the warm cleft of her bosom. Then, with one hand, clawed on the dress, and easily tearing it apart, revealing the large, round, creamy mounds and the tight, pink nipples and aureolae. Her tits weren't huge, but they were more than a handful-full, perfectly round melons that stood high and proud on her chest. Her nipples were sharp-tipped pink projectiles. And they stood out hard and straight in the cool night air, well over an inch long.

Regina screamed in shock, and fear, easing backward. But with the vines binding her body, and the rock wall behind her, there's no place to retreat to. She was completely, and utterly at the mercy of him.

"Y, You beast!!" she gritted her teeth to try and hold back her screams.

"I know,"

Cian smirked and stared at her beautiful face. Her eyes were wet with tears of fear and shame. He then lowered his head and planted a kiss on her soft, smooth flesh. So gentle, so light.

"Aaaahh!!" Regina let out a moan, despite trying not to. Amidst the rain, the pale sky was now dyed in shade.

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Between expert kisses, Cian spoke in a low, smooth, seductive voice.

"Don't fight it. Don't you think it would be quite easy for the both of us if you don't?"

"Sh, Shut up!!" Regina said but then gasped- "Oh!" to think that despite him being her arch-nemesis, his accursed touch could actually make her feel so good. This is not a pleasure. This is a curse.

Cian massaged, and licked the young warrior's breasts and knew he was getting Regina terribly excited. Hell, everything was getting her excited: the squeezing of his hand, the potent and aphrodisiac qualities of his touch. He could tell his young captive slave was responding just as he had known she would. He innately even knew that her pussy would soon be begging to be fucked at last.

Cian smirked, stopped, and suddenly stood up.

What is he doing...? she asked in a daze. Somewhat curious as to the sudden disappearance of the torturing pleasure that was assaulting her. When she raised her head to look at him, she found him looking at her with a faint smile on her face.

"Enjoying?" he asked.

Regina's face turned red. He chuckles at the sight of ashamed expression, and then suddenly took a step forward. He looks at down at her and to her horror, she saw him lifting his colossal appendage and dropped the massive sponge-rubber head on her lips.

Regina caught her breath at the sight of it. It was throbbing at her, mesmerizing her, drawing her to it.

It’s so big…and grotesque. It’s nothing like the genital of man I remember… this is a werebeast’s thing…?

The Foxman chuckled.

"Big, huh?"

Regina avoided his lewd gaze but his monstrous cock assaulted her vision.

“Suck it!” he said firmly while pushing the incredible head only inches from her mouth!

“N-nooooo, I can’t,” she mewled while desperately pressing her luscious lips firmly together, still trying to voice her refusal.

“P-please, leave me alone.”

“For someone who tried to kill me, do you really think I would do that?” he grinned, saying in a friendly but firm voice.

Cian knew he didn't have Regina in bed with her yet and that he might have to exert some authority. That's the way it usually was when he seduced other women. A little force always seemed to do the trick.

“In my life, I have always followed one rule. Blood is paid with Blood. Flesh with Flesh. You shed my blood, so I shed yours- you have my flesh in your blade, and now I will have yours. Refusal is out of the question, my love- at least, not and would never, in this situation,” he smirked.

“Please, I, I can’t,”

Regina bit her lips, and tears started to appear from her eyes.

“I, I have a lover, please, I will apologize- no, please kill me. I'd rather die than betray him!”

“Hm, you have a lover. And that makes you even worth stealing,”

“...?!”

Cian stared at her, with a demonic grin. Holding the shaft of his massive member, he used it like a small club, slapping first one side of the young woman’s face, then the other.

“Don't you understand? I wasn’t asking you, Regina,”

Regina took a deep breath, feeling ashamed, and humiliated. God, how could he be so big? His penis was easily ten inches and was pointing straight out from his body, straight at her face. She could even smell the aroma of the Werebeast’s super-excited manhood.

Such incredible stuffy smell… it’s, it’s assaulting my mind…! when I smell it, I, I feel so hot, for some reason.

Cian rubbed his sticky cum-coated cock against her face, wetting it with his juice as if marking her.

“Your fate has already been decided the moment I caught you. You’re mine now,”

“I’m not a tool!” she gritted her teeth, still trying to act tough.

“From now on, you will be one,” he grabbed her roughly by the hair and forced her mouth against his huge dick head.

"You are crazy! Let me go! I said let me go!!" she cried out in anger, utterly aghast at what Cian was doing.

"Long before I met you- and you are the one who messed with this crazy," Cian grinned wickedly. "Besides, what's good for the goose is good for the gander, and vice versa. Don’t you know that Amadea loves sucking my cock? Surely you will do so as well,”

“I won’t! You crazy beast, let go of me!!”

“Don’t fight, you won’t be able to,”

"No, no, please! You'd strangle me with that thing!"

Regina cried, helpless, anxious, scared.

"I mean, please, I could never fit it all into my mouth without choking on it. I would surely die. I’ll do anything you want, just not that. Please, have mercy!”

Cian chuckled. She's submitting... he thought, excited. "I didn't tell you to swallow the whole thing, sweetheart. You can gobble as much of it as you can, letting one of your fists do the rest of the work, while your other hand caresses my balls. That’s all there is to it. Simple, right? After that, you might be able to leave here, alive. We’re not killers. We only want to make you pay the debt you have made."

"No!" Regina snapped. "No, absolutely not. I'll never do anything like that."

"You'll do it, love," Cian assured her, "…and you'll do it now, dig?” he grabbed her head, hauling her up to a sitting position. His cock was right in front of her face, and her eyes stared at it as if transfixed.

"Open that mouth, sweetheart," he ordered. "It'll be good for you. This is something you have to learn sooner or later, so it might as well be right now."

He pushed it toward her lips, and they slowly parted. His cockhead pressed against them, forced them wider as it slowly slid between them. Regina’s nostrils quivered as she tried pulling away from his huge cock. She could smell the strong, masculine scent of him. He was clean enough, unexpectedly, and there was nothing sickening about him, she realized.

But the mere idea of popping that big manhood into her mouth just didn't appeal to her, certainly not at that particular moment.

"Open that sweet little mouth of yours,”

Regina’s head moved violently from side to side, doing her best to lock her eyes onto something other than the penis trying to enter her mouth. She was in a state of absolute panic, but from across the place came the gentle voice of the red-haired woman.

"Don’t fight it, human, as I like to kill you myself for hurting him, but he had spoken his desire to have you. So I will not say anything. Do please give me a favor, so that I can forgive you for what you’ve done. Do what you’re told. Despite how he looks, Cian can be a very considerate lover.”

Regina glared at the shameless woman who was no better than the perverted Foxman. But still, she took a deep breath and stared at the monstrous member that was rubbing her face. Could she do it…? But, oh, God, he's too big! The thought raced through her suddenly fear-filled mind.

He’s even bigger up close! She almost fainted when she saw it. It seemed to have grown to twice the size it was before she saw it. It was red now, and glistening wet in the light from the torch. It throbbed in the air, and the big head was almost purple. The skin looked stretched tight enough to break.

“You, you want me to suck that?” she gulped and she stared at its glistening cockhead. Now, her lover’s cock seemed so small compared to this thing. It was long and thick, and frothy fluid glistened on the smooth, rubbery tip. Despite herself, she found it fascinating to look squarely at the fully erect penis.

Cian’s eyes gleamed further, and he felt his eyes are really good.

“That’s right,” he answered simply. “And you might be able to just leave here, alive, and return to your family. And we will be even.”

“But you, you used that on her, di, dirt hole…” she said, her voice soft almost a whisper.

“Excuse me?! How dare you say there is a dirty place on my body!”

Having heard her whisper loud and clear, Amadea snarled in anger. Feeling somewhat humiliated. Her asshole was there only for decoration, as she was not a real person, hence, she did not live like one. She can eat food, but she cannot excrete it like them. In her own terms, her asshole was only there for Cian to make love with it, and use it to please her lover’s massive member. So how dare she calls it dirty?

Cian chuckled in amusement.

“You don’t need to worry about that. Unlike you, she’s not human. She’s an Alraune, and she didn’t have any dirt on her body. In fact, her juices can be good for you,” as it has a littttttttle bit of aphrodisiac and numb poison. But of course, he didn’t say the truth.

“My cock doesn’t smell nor appear dirty, am I right? It’s because of her. So you don’t need to worry about hygiene,” he mused.

Regina recoiled as she felt the huge, lust-swollen tip of his hotly pulsating penis press against her lips, trying to force an entry into her mouth.

“So, let’s do this, shall we.”

Regina moaned as the cockhead moved into her mouth. She tasted the pre-cum on the tip and subconsciously licked it. The taste sent a shiver through her system. She could feel his wet, bulbous onion-shaped glans pressing against her compressed lips, and she could almost feel the weight of his heavy, dangling balls near her chin.

The idea of taking such a thick piece of flesh into her mouth almost made her sick….excited. Her fists clenched as she took in a lungful of air and held it, her jaws sternly locked against the thrust of his stiff prick.

Cia grinned an evil grin and pressed his cockhead against her lips with even greater pressure. With one hand he clamped her nostrils shut so she could no longer breathe through her nose, and with his other hand fisted his cock as he pulled his member out of her tight, small mouth. Regina groaned in pain. He pinched her nose even more tightly, pulled her head forward, and rubbed his colorless cock-juice all over her lips, moving himself from side to side.

"Now, you know, your resistance is fruitless, do you, Regina?" he said.

"When you tried to hunt me, smile when you cause me to bleed. Has it ever cross your mind that things will come into this? No, because you didn’t see me as equal at all. You just treat me like a fair game. Truthfully, I ought to kill you. But I won’t… but I cannot let you leave as well, without a punishment done, of course.” he said, caressing her luscious lips with the tip of his cock. He stared at her hatred+fear-filled gaze, and smiled gently, “This is just a simple game. Your life is back in your hands again, but now with a chip… the game is simple. Very simple."

He let her figure out the rest.

Regina was no longer able to respond negatively or even positively. Cian’s hand prevented her from shaking her head. Truthfully, she was very frightened. This was not the way things were supposed to happen. This was supposed to be a pleasant experience for her, with the only unpleasantness being the battles they would experience in pursuit of treasures in the ruins of the gods.

It had started out dreamily; better than she'd ever expected. But now it was turning into an awful nightmare. Now she was really regretting coming into this place. Or meeting this kind of Monster. If she had known it before, she would have turned around and run away, the very first sight of his shadow. But now, it's too late to regret it.

“Hmmm, hmmm,” she grunted.

The lack of air was making her dizzier and dizzier. Gulping, she barely parted her lips and drew in as much air as possible after exhaling the contents of her lungs. Even as her lips barely opened she could feel him pushing his heavy cockhead against her mouth, forcing her slightly parted lips to remain that way. His fingers squeezing her nose were hurting more and more. God! She needed air!

His cock, pressed as it was against her mouth, was blocking the air from going in.

"Good, that’s it. Be obedient, and everything will be easy, you’ll see,” Cian grinned, his expression, like a psychopath in for his next kill.

“C'mon, Regina, submit," he muttered, shoving hard, hoping to force her lips farther apart. "Open that mouth of yours wide and start swallowing. You'll love it, I promise."

As if bewitched, Regina did what he said, and her mouth opened. And at that instant he rammed the rubbery head of his seething cock between the cushions of her lips, forcing the meat between her teeth so she couldn't close them.

She started grunting in fear, but Cian ignored her struggles, and force his cock all the way to the back of her throat so that she gagged helplessly on its fullness. For a moment, she contemplated biting down with all her might, but he seemed to anticipate her thought.

"And don't try any funny business," he hissed, twisting her head backward again, "…or you'll regret it!"

I… I don't know if I can stand it, Regina thought, almost faint with fear and revulsion.

However, as she stared at his eyes, her lips slowly opened, letting him eased in.

“That’s a good girl,” he said, praising her, and she suddenly felt her revulsion disappearing from her head.

“Hmm, pwessea, swopppp,” she begged, her eyes pleading at him, “I, I shhant shtand issh,”

But even as she said it, Regina felt her tongue subconsciously sliding out to lap at the rounded dome of the heavy cock pushing its way into her mouth. Her tongue ran smoothly over the bulb-like knob, stopping for an instant to lick at the knotty area on the underside where the dome joined the rest of the solid staff. The tangy taste made her mouth start to water, and the tingling between her thighs resumed.

What is this…?!

What is going on?!

It’s so far in my mouth that I can even smell his cock through the back of my nose.

Dan…save me! Please, before I…before I…!!

"Ohhhh, what an incredible, tight mouth!"

Cian groaned, his eyes glazing over.

Regina blushed hotly. She didn't know anything about sex except the very basics, and she'd never beard of using her mouth or tongue on a man's cock. But now, she was actually doing it. She ought to feel disgusted. But for some reason, she was not.

Yes, she’s angry. Humiliated. But more than that, curiosity…and a bit of strange, incomprehensible excitement was filling her body.

The feel of his cock between her lips was strange, yet so appealing. She inhaled strongly, trying to catch her breath, and as she did so she breathed in more and more of his masculine scent. The firm flesh of the cockhead tasted vastly different from the horrible way she imagined it would. Her sensitive tongue and palate could differentiate between the heaviness of the flesh on the cockhead and the smoother, silkier texture of the lengthy, broad shaft supporting it. She could feel the broad, spongy cockhead swell as if it were breathing.

Before she knew it, she began sliding her tongue up and down the thick shaft, paying special attention to the head. Her lips started to rub up and down the shaft as her head bobbed forward and back. The silky texture of his cock delighted her. Regina whimpered and couldn’t help but started to slowly lap up and down his dripping hole. The seeping fuck juices were slippery, hot, and tasted so very good.

"Yeah, yeah," Cian sighed, "…now you're catching on. Lick that meat like you were hungry for it."

Regina blushed at his words. But she couldn’t stop her tongue from swirling around his shaft and cock as he moved in and out slowly inside her mouth, trying to enter deeper. Immediately, between her legs, she felt something drenched her underwear as she rolled her tongue around the Foxman’s massive head.

God, he tasted good!!! I didn't it would be this good.

In fact, she was becoming so aroused that the urge to put the thick monster into her hole was almost unbearable, despite what she should have felt- revulsion, hatred, anger, all of it seems to slowly disappear as she worked her tongue slowly at first, but now becoming somewhat eager.

What the hell am I doing?!

Regina’s teary eyes widened in shock. With a startling realization, she suddenly understood she wanted more of him in her mouth. She wanted to taste it, to feel it in her throat, to have that rubbery tip press right up against her throat. What the Foxman had said was true. She was beginning to enjoy it.

Instinctively her mouth opened wider and her lips compressed themselves around the meaty prick in a tight circle, and the heavy cock slowly but surely rode its way as far into her mouth as possible.

Cian smiled his satisfaction and relaxed his hold on her nose, moving his hand to the top of her head, keeping her head solidly in place so he could stroke his seething member in and out of her mouth while receiving maximum sensation. He grunted as he stared down at her face, seeing almost half of his shaft inside her mouth.

Her eyes were closed, and the hot air coming from her nose seared the throbbing shaft of his cock. His body jerked as she ran her tongue about the smooth cock head, swirling around the creamy skin, probing at his seeping piss hole.

"Ohhhhh, I know you have talent...you’re really a good woman!"

Regina looks up, staring up at her captive. The accursed, perverted werebeast. Her face which was once full of unconcealed grievance and tears, unlike a while ago, seemed to be shining now with a bright glow, dancing almost. The hardness of his throbbing cock continued to slide past her teeth, into her mouth.

"Ahhh, it feels good, sweetheart," Cian whispered, his eyes huge as he watched his cock being pulled into Regina’s mouth.

"It feels really good! You’re wonderful,"

Regina drew him inward until she felt the smooth prick head brushing at the back of her throat. Her lips pressed against the base and his balls rested on her chin. Cian held himself there, his hands fisting her hair. Every bit of his precious, hard cock was inside her mouth, throbbing at her throat. Though, somewhat painful, the captured girl still pressed her tongue on the underside, licking around, tasting. And Cian can feel the unskilled movement of her tongue being clumsy, like a little girl that was tasting her first lollipop. Still, he was satisfied.

She’s responding. Good. She’s getting aroused.

And yes, she did.