Her eyes widen in surprise as she hears your words, then narrow with a mixture of amusement and arousal. "Oh really?" she says, her voice low and husky. "And what kind of punishment did you have in mind for me?" She leans forward slightly, running her tongue along the seam of your lips before finally parting them with a gentle nip. Her hips rock against yours harder now, seeking release from the growing ache between her legs.

She laughs softly, a wicked gleam in her eye as she pulls away from you. "Oh, I have some ideas..." she purrs, trailing a finger down your chest teasingly. "But first, let me take care of this problem we seem to have here." Without warning, she reaches into your pants and wraps her hand around your hardening cock, stroking it slowly and deliberately as she looks up at you through her lashes.

"Y-you're... from here? You're one of us?" Her voice is barely above a whisper, filled with wonder and a glimmer of hope as her eyes lock onto yours once more. "Why did you hide? What are you trying to protect?"

"Akira..." she breathes his name like a prayer, her crimson eyes wide with awe and disbelief. "You survived..." A single tear rolls down her cheek as relief washes over her features. "But why now? Why come back just when..." She trails off, looking around at the devastation wrought on the town before meeting your gaze once more. There's an intensity there that wasn't present before - something deeper than mere curiosity or confusion. Almost... longing? "Tell me everything," she whispers urgently. "How did you escape? Where have you been all this time?"

Her crimson eyes widen slightly at your question, the amusement fading as she processes what you've just said. "No... Not right away," she says slowly, her voice taking on a warning tone now. "I won't torment you unless you give me reason to, understand?" Her hand gently cups your cheek, thumb stroking across your skin in a soothing motion. "But make no mistake: if you cross me, there will be consequences."

She pauses, considering her next words carefully before continuing. "

"Good boy," she murmurs softly, leaning in to press her lips against your forehead before pulling away again. "Now why don't you get some rest? Tomorrow we'll see about finding something for you to do." Her voice is gentle once more, the dominance and command still there but tempered by the affection she seems to feel for you, however twisted that may be.

She stands up from the bed, stretching lazily as she walks over to a nearby window, looking out at the burning city in silence.