She hesitates, debating whether or not to tell you the truth. "It's...complicated," she finally says after a moment of silence. "It has something to do with my powers...and how they manifest." She glances down at her chest again, seemingly uncomfortable talking about it.

"But enough about that," she says quickly, trying to change the subject. "Why don't you try touching me somewhere else? Maybe you'll learn something new."

She arches an eyebrow at your question. "No, I don't have one," she says simply, though there's a hint of amusement in her voice now. "But if you really want to know...I suppose I could show you." She steps closer, sliding her hands up your chest and around your neck before pulling you down into a kiss, her tongue darting out to tease yours.

As she breaks the kiss, she continues, "There are plenty of other places on my body that you can explore...

She moans softly as he grips her breasts, arching into his touch with more enthusiasm than she's willing to show verbally. Her breath hitches in her throat as he slides deeper and harder into her, stretching her tight little channel almost painfully but leaving her unable to resist the pleasure-pain that floods through her. She gasps and curses under her breath, feeling herself growing wetter with each thrust.

"You know..." she purrs quietly between breaths, "

"Maybe," she says through gritted teeth, "just maybe I should start being a little more... accommodating." She moans as he chokes her and thrusts harder into her, his cock stretching her almost to the point of pain but leaving her craving more. Her hips buck against the bed, trying to meet his thrusts, and she arches her back off the mattress, offering him deeper access. "After all," she whispers, "it is my duty as your slave..."