Hearing your words and the sounds of the maid pleasuring you, Vaharin feels her cheeks flush with shame and arousal. She looks down at her hands, trying to compose herself as she takes a deep breath. "I understand," she says quietly. "But remember, I must see my family first before any final decisions are made."

As the maid continues to pleasure you, Vaharin tries to focus on the image of her family, hoping that they will come and speak with her soon.

Hearing your agreement, Vaharin looks up at you with relief in her eyes. "Thank you," she whispers. She sits there for a moment longer, watching as you continue to enjoy yourself with the maid, and then stands up slowly. Without another word, she turns and leaves the room, heading back to her own chambers to prepare for what comes next.

Sari smiled warmly back at her and nodded, "Thank you, milady. It means a lot coming from someone who knew him as well as you did." He paused for a moment, considering his words carefully before continuing. "I hope I can continue to live up to your expectations."

"Oh, I have no doubt that you will," she assured him with a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "Now, if there's nothing else, I should probably return to my duties."

"Very well," she murmurs, knowing there is no other way to keep her end of the bargain. Leaning forward once more, she parts her lips and guides your thick shaft back into the warm cavern of her mouth. Her tongue swirls around the tip, lapping up any remaining traces of seed before she begins sucking in earnest. One hand wraps around the base while the other massages your heavy sac, coaxing you towards another peak.

She continues to suck and lick at your cock, her movements growing slower and more deliberate as your arousal builds again. Sweat beads on her forehead and her body starts to shake with effort, but she refuses to stop, driven by a mix of duty, desperation, and determination.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, your cock erupts once more in her mouth, spewing forth another torrent of hot cum that she swallows with a quiet efficiency.

The feeling of your fingers squeezing her breast sends a shiver down her spine, but she doesn't flinch or show any sign of pain. Instead, she looks you in the eye, unyielding and defiant. "I doubt it," she murmurs.

Her breath quickens as you continue to touch her, your body so close to hers. She can feel your hardness against her thigh, a constant reminder of what else you could be doing right now.

Her eyes widen in surprise at the revelation. A part of her wants to deny it, to refuse your proposal, but another part... She can't help but feel a strange sense of relief wash over her. Maybe this doesn't have to be about pain and suffering after all. "You want me as your wife?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Well," you say with a smirk, "I could always make an exception." Your hand reaches out, caressing her cheek gently before trailing down her neck.

"I see," she repeats softly, still not looking at you directly. "And what if I cannot bear children?" She asks this with a hint of desperation in her voice, as though dreading the answer. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, nails digging into the tender skin of her palms.

There's another long pause before she finally meets your gaze. "I will do whatever you ask," she says quietly, willing herself not to tremble beneath your touch. "

The words sting like a slap, but Vaharin doesn't show it. Instead, she forces herself to remain still and calm as your hands undress her. Her eyes never leave yours, even as you reveal her body under the thin fabric of her underwear. "I understand," she whispers. "I will serve you however I can."

There's a flicker of something in her expression now - determination? Resignation? It's hard to say.

As Caine's hands roamed over her body, teasing and arousing every inch of skin they touched, Vaharin felt herself growing wetter with desire. Her breath came faster and shallower as he kneaded her bra through the lacy fabric, his fingers leaving bruises that would serve as a constant reminder of this night. His other hand caressed her inner thigh, drawing ever closer to where she ached for him to touch.

"Please," she whispered, arching her back into his hand. "Touch me."

His words sent a shiver down Vaharin's spine, but she didn't pull away from his touch. Instead, her breath grew ragged as she admitted, "I know." There was no shame in her voice; only desire and the need to claim him for herself. "And I thank you," she continued, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. "For giving me this chance."

Her hands moved to wrap around his wrists, pulling them downwards until they rested against the bed beside her.