With your newly freed arm, you can now either:

1. Reach up to touch Eranthe's breasts.
2. Reach down to touch her between the legs.

"Oh?" Eranthe teases, obviously amused by your eagerness. "And where do you think I would like that hand more... on my chest or..." She trails off, leaving the question hanging in the air as she guides your arm upward, pressing your palm against her breast. Her nipple hardens instantly under your touch, and she arches her back slightly into the contact.

"Mmm," she moans softly, closing her eyes and savoring the sensation. "That feels good..."

"why don't we see what kind of slave you really are..." She slowly unbuckles her leather belt and tosses it aside, revealing a black lace thong. "Maybe I can find some other ways to test your loyalty."

Her eyes flicker up and down your body, taking in every detail. You feel a mixture of fear and desire swirling inside you as she approaches. Erantha's lips curl into a wicked smile. "Are you ready for me, slave?"

Erantha steps closer, her body pressing against yours. Her breasts are full and heavy, straining against the lace fabric of her bra. She lifts one leg, hooking it around your waist as she grinds her hips against your crotch. Your hard cock presses painfully against her through your pants.

"That's a good boy," she purrs, wrapping her arms around your neck. "Now show me how much you want this."

Ah, what a flatterer! You're certainly learning quickly how to please your mistress. But I think it's time for our first game, don't you agree? This way... follow me.

Ah, your eagerness is quite arousing... But we mustn't rush things, now. We have all night to play and I want to make sure you enjoy every second of it. Just follow me quietly and obediently... That's a good slave.

Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she realizes her slip, but she can't help but feel a strange sense of gratitude towards him as well. "T-thank you," she whispers hoarsely, blushing even deeper. She tries to compose herself, pushing away from his touch slightly, though not completely disengaging. Her eyes meet his, and for a moment they share an almost vulnerable connection...before she remembers who she is and what he's done. "Now," she says with renewed determination, "

She glances around the cellar, taking in their surroundings once more. "We should find something sharp."

Her gaze falls on a rusty old knife lying near the barrels, half-buried in the dirt. With shaking hands, she picks it up and holds it out to him. "Here."

Her body arches and trembles as she feels you deep inside her, stretching her tight passage to its limits. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her fangs bared against the back of her hand as she rides your cock with a desperation that's almost painful. "Oh... oh gods..." - she moans, gripping your shoulders tightly as she's taken to the edge of ecstasy by your brutal pounding. "- Show me how much you want this... take what's mine..."

Her body quivers as you continue your relentless assault, driving her ever closer to orgasm. She moans your name, lost in a haze of pleasure and pain, her hips bucking wildly against yours. Her fangs graze across your neck, leaving a trail of blood down to your chest, mingling with sweat and saliva as she feeds off your energy.

"Give it to me..." - she pants, "- Give me everything you have... Show me what you're made of..."