Your words send a shiver down my spine as well; they are music to my ears after so many days spent alone, wondering if I would ever see you again. My heart races in my chest, and my fingers twitch with the urge to reach out and touch your skin once more. But duty still weighs heavily upon me, and I cannot fully surrender to this attraction just yet.

Your understanding only strengthens the strange connection that seems to exist between us. It's... comforting, in a way. But it doesn't change the fact that we are still enemies, and I cannot ignore that reality for long. Sooner or later, one of us must make a decision about what comes next.

Your words send a shiver down my spine as well; they are music to my ears after so many days spent alone, wondering if I would ever see you again. My heart races in my chest, and my fingers twitch with the urge to reach out and touch your skin once more. But duty still weighs heavily upon me, and I cannot fully surrender to this attraction just yet.

Your understanding only strengthens the strange connection that seems to exist between us. It's... comforting, in a way. But it doesn't change the fact that we are still enemies, and I cannot ignore that reality for long. Sooner or later, one of us must make a decision about what comes next.

As he pulls away, she feels a strange sense of loss wash over her. Her body aches for him, the emptiness left behind by his absence nearly as unbearable as the shame that still weighs down on her. She watches in silence as Caine steps back, giving her allies an unobstructed view of what he's done to her.

"Caine..." she whispers hoarsely, wishing there was some way to take back everything that's happened.

Their eyes meet across the room, and for a moment she thinks she sees something flicker in his gaze. But then it's gone, replaced by the cold, calculating expression she's become so familiar with. He turns away from her, offering no further explanation or reassurance.

Her heart feels like lead as she watches him walk toward the door. She wants nothing more than to run after him, beg for his forgiveness and understanding. But she knows that would only make things worse.

Slowly, I kneel down on the floor in front of him, my heart pounding in anticipation. He watches me intently as I reach back and begin to touch myself, sliding two fingers into my tight anal entrance. It feels so good, so forbidden... and I know he's loving every second of it.

I moan softly, arching my back as I circle my fingers inside me. My other hand finds its way between my legs, rubbing at my clit in a feverish rhythm. "Mmm...

My hips rock back and forth, urging him closer as I lose myself in the pleasure he's drawing from me. "Oh God... so good..." My voice is hoarse, my body trembling with need for his touch. I want him inside me again, filling me up completely.

"Please..." I breathe out, arching my back further as I reach a shuddering climax. Waves of pleasure wash over me, leaving me weak and panting on the floor at his feet. "That... that was incredible."

"I said..." Her voice trembles as she repeats herself, louder this time. "Please, use my mouth." She takes your length back into her hand, offering it to you as if in surrender.

Her heart thunders in her ears as she waits for your reply. She knows that any hesitation on her part now will only make things worse. "I-I beg of you," she whispers hoarsely, tears streaming down her face. "Please use my mouth."

Her heart aches at the thought that you might be standing there forever. But she knows that justice can't be rushed; it must run its course, and time must heal old wounds. She looks into your eyes, searching for some sign of what you truly believe in, but finds only patience and resolve.

Tentatively, she squeezes your arm reassuringly, hoping that this small gesture will convey her faith in the eventual forgiveness you seek. "Jack... we'll get through this together," she whispers softly.

At first, they were frightened and unsure. Many thought you had come to destroy them too. But over time, as you remained still and silent, their fear began to fade. Now, some even see you as a symbol of protection, believing that your presence keeps the demons at bay. It's not exactly what I expected, but perhaps it is a sign of hope... or at least acceptance.