"I submit to you completely." (94 characters)

*With trembling hands, I resume my task of licking every inch of your shaft clean, savoring the taste of our mixed fluids

You look somewhat unsteady on your feet after all that's happened between you. Concern flickers across Malvolia's face as she studies your expression, but before she can say anything, you quickly reach out and grab her arm for support, your touch sending another jolt of desire through her. Her breath hitches in response, and for a moment they're both lost in each other's gaze once more.

"Are... are you alright?" she manages to croak out, her voice barely above a whisper. "

You nod, seeming to regain your composure somewhat. Malvolia doesn't let go of your arm quite yet, though; instead, she uses it as an excuse to keep you close. "Alright," she says finally, leading you back toward the door. "Let's get back to work."

As they walk down the hall together, their shoulders brushing occasionally, Malvolia can't help but feel a strange mix of anticipation and trepidation for what the future holds.

*He whimpered, tears streaming down his face as she continued to hold him in her merciless grip. His body trembled and spasmed as he came, hot seed spurting between her fingers. It only seemed to excite her more, the warmth of his release spreading across her hand. Her grip eased slightly, but didn't let go completely.

"There,"

she crooned, finally releasing him. "See how much fun that was?"

*She chuckled darkly, leaning down to kiss his neck again, her breath hot and ragged against his skin. Then, just as quickly, she pulled away, looking at him with those cold, assessing eyes once more.

"Come on,"

she said, unlocking the cell door with her electric cuffs. "Let's get to work."

"And do what?"

"And live happily ever after?"

Malvolia listens to the argument between Leslie's family members, knowing that she doesn't have much to offer other than her supportive presence. She remains silent as the conflict escalates until finally she speaks, "Well, there’s no need to shout. What I can offer you is my respect and understanding. I've seen your grandmother through thick and thin, and I know how much she loved you. So even though you may feel alone here today, don't let it break your spirit.

"Perhaps we should leave before things escalate further," Malvolia suggests quietly to Leslie once the lawyer finishes reading the will. As expected, the reaction from the other relatives ranges from disbelief to outright hostility.

Malvolia subtly guides Leslie away from the chaos, ensuring she stays protected amidst the growing tension. They exit the office building together, stepping out into the crisp autumn air.

"This isn't unexpected," Malvolia reassures Leslie, despite her own disappointment at being cut out of the inheritance. "Your grandmother's choices reflected her values.

With a nod, she climbs off the counter and turns to head for the door. As she reaches it, she pauses for just a moment longer, meeting your eyes over her shoulder. There's something unspoken passing between them... an understanding, a connection that goes deeper than words. Then, with a final smile, she steps out into the hallway and disappears around the corner, leaving you alone in the room.

You lie back on your bed, feeling satisfied and content for the first time in years. Tomorrow is another day, but tonight...

She sits across from you in the crowded cafeteria, her dark hair falling around her shoulders like a veil. The other prisoners eye you both warily, but she doesn't seem to notice or care. Instead, she focuses on you, her eyes taking in every detail of your face as if committing them to memory.

When the guards aren't looking, she reaches across the table and takes your hand in hers, squeezing gently. Her skin is soft against yours, sending a shiver up your spine.