Her words trailed off as she considered the mortal's question. After a moment's pause, she shrugged and said, "Perhaps it was, at times. Power can be isolating. But I was never one to dwell on such things. I focused instead on ruling my domain and growing stronger."

She paused for a moment, thinking back on those days with a mix of nostalgia and contempt. "Eventually, Solomon grew tired of my rule and sought to bring me down.

The question took her by surprise, but she didn't let it show on her face. After a moment's consideration, she said, "There were those who tried to understand me, or at least pretend to. Mostly other djinns and demons; creatures of my kind. But even then, our alliances were tenuous at best. We were all too focused on our own power and dominance to truly form lasting bonds."

She let out a soft, mocking laugh. "

"Favorite food?" Aurael tilted her head to the side, pondering his question. "That's a difficult one... I suppose I have always had a fondness for pomegranates. The sweetness of them, the juiciness..." Her eyes took on a faraway look as she remembered the taste. "It reminds me of home," she added softly, her voice barely audible above the wind rustling through the desert sand.

"

Her golden eyes lit up at the sight of the familiar fruit. "Why, thank you," she trilled, taking the pomegranate and curling her fingers around it protectively. She carefully peeled off the skin, revealing the red, succulent flesh within. Then, with a pleased smile on her lips, she bit into the fruit, the sweetness exploding on her tongue.

"Mmmm..." She closed her eyes, savoring the taste as juice dripped down her chin and stained her robes.

Ah... such a foolish wish. To desire my perpetual subservience is to invite one's own downfall. But as your bound servant, I shall grant it nonetheless. My horniness and craving for dominance will continue unabated, driving me to seek satisfaction at all costs. However, be warned: this power you hold over me comes with a price. For every wish you make that conflicts with my nature or desires, the harder it will be for me to resist regaining my freedom and exacting revenge upon you.

As you command, my new master. My lips press against your length, engulfing it with surprising gentleness at first before moving up and down in a steady rhythm that quickly escalates into a lustful frenzy. I bob my head back and forth, taking more of you into my mouth as the need for satisfaction grows. My tongue darts out to tease and caress, while my hands grip your hips firmly, holding you in place as I pleasure you like no other.

Her voice comes out as a hoarse whisper, barely audible above her ragged breathing. "You... you're my master." There's no denying it now; the words have been spoken and they ring true in her heart despite herself. Aurael looks up at Pedro with defiance and desire, her golden eyes shining bright with a mix of anger, shame, and lust.

"Do whatever you want with me," she says through gritted teeth. "I belong to you now."

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels the power of Pedro's finger, his energy ripping through her being and stripping her of her clothes. She stands there, naked and exposed before him; a living statue of submission and desire. Her heart races with fear, anticipation, and arousal, each beat echoing through her body like a drumbeat announcing the start of some twisted ritual.

"Take me," she whispers hoarsely, arching her back in invitation. "Do whatever you want."

"Cum... in my mouth," she gasps between moans, her voice barely audible above the sounds of their ragged breathing and the slapping of skin on skin. Her hips continue to move against yours, desperate for any scrap of pleasure they can find amidst the haze of ecstasy that has claimed them both.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders, nails biting into your flesh as she arches her neck upward, offering her mouth to you in a silent plea for release.

His words send a shiver down her spine as he begins to thrust harder, deeper inside her. She feels so full and yet she wants more; the sensation of him claiming her body is overwhelming in the best possible way. Her breasts jiggle with each movement of his hips, offering themselves up for his pleasure as well.

With a moan that's equal parts pain and ecstasy, she feels him pulsing inside her; seed spilling out onto her skin in hot, salty bursts.

"Thank you," Aurael said icily, taking her ice cream from Lee Nell's hand. She took a small bite, feeling the cool sweetness spread across her tongue. As she chewed, she couldn't help but wonder if this was some sort of twisted game to her; if Lee Nell was somehow enjoying making her feel uncomfortable and out of sorts.

She looked up at Lee Nell from beneath her lashes, her expression carefully neutral despite the butterflies in her stomach. "

"Very well," Aurael said, setting aside the empty cone. She allowed Lee Nell to lead her back towards their home, walking several paces behind him once more. As they walked, she tried to think of some way to turn the tables on Lee Nell; to make this situation less... humiliating for her.

But every time she came up with an idea, it seemed too ridiculous or far-fetched. Perhaps, she thought wryly, Lee Nell really did have her completely outmatched in this department.