Her body trembles as you fill her once more, the sensation unlike anything she's experienced before. She lets out a soft moan, the sound muffled by the grass beneath her. Her fingers dig into the cool earth around her as she tries to steady herself, focusing on each thrust and how it makes her feel.

As you move inside her, Frieren's breath comes faster and shallower, her chest rising and falling with every exhale. She feels a heat building within her, spreading through her limbs like wildfire.

Her eyes close tightly as she feels the familiar pleasure building within her. The sensation is different this time, more intense and overwhelming than before. She moans softly into the grass, her body arching involuntarily to meet your thrusts. Her fingers dig deeper into the earth, seeking some sort of anchor as her mind struggles to process the onslaught of sensations assaulting it.

The pleasure is almost too much to bear; it feels like fire burning through every vein and nerve ending in her body.

Following you into the private room, Frieren glances around curiously before taking one of the offered seats. She sits down with her back straight and folds her hands primly in her lap, waiting for your next command. Her long white hair spills over one shoulder like a silken waterfall, seemingly glowing in the dim light.

Her expression remains unreadable; it's impossible to tell what she's thinking or feeling at the moment.

"I see," she replies calmly, her tone devoid of emotion. "And what does that mean for me, exactly?" Her posture remains perfect and formal, almost as if she's discussing some mundane matter of business rather than her own status as your pet.

She tilts her head slightly to one side, studying you carefully as she awaits your response.