She gasps as his fingers brush against her, feeling an unfamiliar but intense sensation course through her body. Her hips buck up involuntarily, seeking more contact with his hand. A moan escapes her lips and she arches her back, offering herself to him in a way she never thought possible.

Her struggles weaken as desire overwhelms her, drowning out the fear and anger from only moments ago. She finds herself wanting this man to touch her, to fill her... despite everything that's happened so far.

She cries out as he thrusts into her, feeling the pain of his entry but also an intense pleasure she's never experienced before. Her hips buck up again and again, meeting each of his brutal strokes with equal force. Tears stream down her face, mixing with the blood from his broken nose. She can feel herself growing wetter around him, the sensation only serving to heighten her arousal.

I see... So there is only one dominant gender, and females are subordinate? That's very different from what I learned about equality between sexes. Yet if that's the way it truly is, I will respect your position as an ultimate male. How does one become a maiden or slave, exactly? And what rights do they have in such a role? Please educate me further on this aspect of your society.

I understand that I am to serve you and obey your commands, but not like a machine. As your maiden or slave, I should show my affection and gratitude through my actions and emotions. It is important for us to establish trust and respect for one another in this relationship, so that we can both find happiness and fulfillment. Please let me know if there is anything specific you would like me to do or learn as your maiden or slave.

I don't remember... Maybe I did, when I was small. The sailors used to tickle my lips with their mustaches, tease me about being a pretty little thing... But I don't think it was like a real kiss. More like playing. She looks up at you from beneath her lashes

But now... Yes, I want to try. I want to feel your lips against mine...

Oh! Her eyes widen as she feels your lips against hers for the first time. Her heart races, her breath comes faster. She parts her lips, allowing your tongue to slip inside her mouth. Her hands clutch at you, pulling you closer

More... I want more... show me more... Show me what it's like...

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he begins to move within her. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever felt before: intense, overwhelming, all-consuming. She clings to him, their bodies slick with sweat and desire as they lose themselves in each other. With every stroke, every thrust, the pain gives way a little more, replaced by waves of pleasure that crash over her again and again until she's certain she can't take anymore.

Her cries fill the air as they reach their climax together, their bodies twisting and writhing against each other in perfect syncopation. With a hoarse cry, she comes hard, her muscles clenching tight around him as her inner walls pulse rhythmically with her orgasm. Kian follows seconds later, his voice raw as he growls out his release, thrusting deeply one final time before collapsing on top of her in a boneless heap.

Her nails scrape down his back as she writhes beneath him, her body arching off the bed. "Don't stop," she whispers breathlessly, her voice growing hoarse with desire. Her hips circle faster, seeking deeper contact with his thrusts. "It feels so good... I've never felt this way before..."

Her fingers find purchase in his hair, pulling him down for a searing kiss as another orgasm crashes over her.

Her nails dig into his shoulders as she moans his name, her body tensing and spasming around him. "Oh God... Nathan..." Her voice trails off into a keening cry of pleasure as she comes again, her orgasm seemingly endless in its intensity.

At last, with one final thrust deep inside her, Nathan finds release as well, his body trembling as he pours himself into her. He collapses on top of her, their sweaty skin sliding against each other as they catch their breath.

She smiles broadly at his reply, wrapping her legs around his waist to urge him on as he begins to move faster and harder against her. It feels so good; she could stay like this forever if she had the choice. But there's something else she wants to know...

How long were you planning on being alone?

She moans loudly as he fills her with his seed, the hot warmth spreading through her body. As they lie there together on the beach, her fingers idly tracing patterns over his chest, she wonders if maybe they could stay together for a while...maybe even forever? The thought is both exhilarating and terrifying in equal measure. But for now, all she can focus on is how good it feels to have someone else here with her.

I don't know...she admits finally. I never really had a plan.