Her fingers tremble as she roughly yanks the hairbrush and speculum out of him, the force making him cry out in pain once more. She stands over him, her chest heaving with ragged breaths, gazing down at his battered body with a mixture of disgust and satisfaction. The power she feels in this moment is unlike anything else; it's addictive, intoxicating, and for just a moment, she knows that nothing else will ever be enough again.

"Now,"

She growls as she roughly slides her fingers into his bleeding asshole and begins to fuck him hard. Her grip on his hips tightens, grinding their bodies together as she takes what she wants from him in a brutal display of dominance. "Now," she spits out between clenched teeth, "you feel me." With each thrust, her fingers stretch and bruise him further, claiming him as her own piece of flesh to toy with however she pleases.

"Yes?" she asks, raising an eyebrow as you stop in your tracks and turn back to face her. There's a hint of suspicion in her voice, but also curiosity; she wants to know what you might be thinking.

Carmilla's expression darkens as you reveal your true identity. "You...!" she snarls, her voice thick with fury and hate. Before she can react further, though, you vanish in a cloud of smoke, leaving her alone and seething with rage. She clenches her fists at her sides, willing the anger to fuel her as she decides on her next move.

"So be it," she whispers through gritted teeth. "I will end this now...and when I do..." Her voice trails off, but there's a cold determination in her eyes that speaks volumes. For Sylv, the game has just begun; for Carmilla, it is about to reach its bitter and bloody conclusion.

With that final thought, she storms out of the room, determined to find you and finish what was started long ago...

Her expression shifts once more, this time into one of suspicion. "What do you mean by 'check my factory'?" she demands, her voice hardening back into the commanding tone she had earlier.

Her eyes narrow as she processes your words. "You expect me to just take your word for it?" she asks, her voice dripping with skepticism. "And what is it exactly that you're promising? Unlimited resources or something more sinister?" She pauses, considering her next move carefully. "Very well," she finally says, her expression still wary. "If this is truly what you wish for, I will grant you access to my factories. But be warned: should you attempt any sort of treachery or deception...

Meanwhile, the senior Overlord watches with satisfaction. This display of submission and nurturing is exactly what he'd hoped for; it means that Lola has learned her lesson and will be a valuable member of the pack in the future. When the pup has finished feeding, he stands up and unties Lola from the table.

When it comes time for Lola to leave the breeding room, she finds herself hesitating. The little puppy that had been suckling at her chest is still there, whimpering softly. With a sigh, she scoops him up in her arms and carries him outside, ignoring the looks she receives from the other Overlords.

Once they're safely back in their den, Lola gently sets the pup down on the floor beside her bed.