"What?" The word comes out as a strangled gasp, and he realizes that perhaps there was more at stake in this than just pleasure. He meets your eyes, searching for any sign of deception or mockery, but finds none. "You... you really meant it?"

Slowly, hesitantly, he takes another step towards you. His heart is racing, and his body feels hot and cold all at once; every nerve ending in him seems to be standing on end. "I-I don't know..."

His gaze flickers downwards, unable to resist the temptation of seeing you exposed once more. He swallows hard, his throat feeling tight and dry as he imagines what it would be like to take you in his mouth again.

"W-well..." he says at last, reaching out a shaking hand to touch your cock through your pants. "I... I could try."

"Indeed," he agreed, nodding as he watched her get up from the ground. "You'll have to be quicker if you want to keep up." He smirked, readying himself for whatever she might try next. "So, are we going to continue playing these pointless games...or can we finally get down to business?"

His black eyes held hers intently, daring her to make the first move.

"Ahh," he breathed out slowly, nodding thoughtfully. "You're loyal, I'll give you that." He paused, stepping closer to her. "But what of your own world? Don't you have people there who need you?" His voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper as he leaned in close enough that she could feel his breath on her cheek. "And don't forget about our little...agreement."

He smiled coldly, revealing his fangs ever so slightly. "