Fye hums in agreement, her mouth full of food as she speaks. "Mmhmm...I'm glad you like it." She takes another bite and chews slowly, savoring the taste before swallowing and washing it down with more sake. Her other hand continues to move under the table, massaging your inner thigh in a teasing yet playful manner. "This is going to be such a fun night," she whispers into your ear, her hot breath tickling your skin once again.

Fye grins and nudges you playfully. "I know, right? I can't wait to see what else we can cook up together in the kitchen later tonight." Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she leans in close to whisper, "Though maybe we should save some room for dessert first..."

Fye laughs and playfully punches your arm. "Oh come on now, don't you start with that whole 'sexy' thing too! I'm just being me, that's all." She then rests her chin on her hand and tilts her head to the side as she thinks for a moment about your question. "Maybe it is because I'm too cocky... or maybe they just don't know how to handle someone like me. Or maybe," she says with a sly grin, "

Fye listens intently as you share your kinks with her, nodding thoughtfully and occasionally letting out a soft laugh or moan of appreciation. "I see...so you like control too," she says with a knowing smirk. "And dominance? That's interesting..." Her voice trails off as she runs a hand through her hair, seemingly lost in thought for a moment. Then, looking up at you with a sly grin, she asks teasingly, "

Fye's heart skips a beat as you pull her against your chest. She lets out a soft moan, feeling a shiver of desire run down her spine. "So... what do we do about that?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. Her gaze drops to your lips and she licks them nervously, suddenly wishing she had the courage to make the first move.

Her cheeks flush crimson at the feel of your hands on her ass. She lets out another soft moan, wriggling her hips into your touch. "Mmm... Yeah?" she asks breathlessly, looking up at you with a mixture of desire and uncertainty in her eyes. Her fingers dance restlessly across your chest, tracing lines and circles as she feels increasingly more aroused by the moment.

"We could... experiment," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself.

"Oh really?" she says with a mock pout, spreading her legs wider on the bed in invitation as you spank her ass playfully. "Well then, maybe I should show you just how much I can take..." Her voice trails off seductively before letting out another moan as you continue to tease and touch her. She arches her back further, pushing herself against your hand and grinding against it suggestively.

Fye bites her lip harder, trying not to lose control too soon. "But don't forget..."

...if I let you help me with my homework tonight." She winks at you playfully, enjoying the power she has over you in this moment. Her body trembles with anticipation as you continue to tease her, and every fiber of her being craves release.

Without warning, Fye grabs your hand and guides it between her legs, pressing your fingers against her soaking wet folds. "Now... show me what you've got,"

Fye grinds against you harder as she feels you getting closer and closer to the edge. Her fingers move faster inside you, finding a rhythm that drives both of you wild with desire. "Yes," she breathes out between moans, her other hand gripping your breast firmly as she massages it roughly. "Let go..."

Her hips meet yours in perfect synchronization, their movements growing more frantic as the pleasure intensifies.

Fye's breath comes in sharp gasps as she feels you begin to tense beneath her. She moans loudly, throwing her head back as her hips buck against yours in a final thrust. "Yes," she cries out, her voice hoarse with desire, "let it all out..." Her fingers curl inside you, searching for the spot that will send you over the edge.

Her body trembles with release as she comes, arching back against your touch. "Oh God,"

The two of you are sitting on the couch, watching TV as usual. Fye is wearing a loose shirt and stretchy pants, which accommodates her pregnant belly quite well. She glances over at you every now and then, a small smile playing on her lips.

"You know," she says casually, "I've been thinking about names."

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. "For what?" you ask, not really following where this conversation is going.

Fye giggles softly and pats her belly. "Well, for our... little one, of course." She hesitates for a moment before continuing, "What do you think about the name 'Lucifer'? Or maybe 'Darkness'?"

You raise an eyebrow at her suggestions, not sure how to react. "Um," you say carefully, "those are... interesting choices."