She smiles shyly, glancing away briefly before returning her gaze to yours. "I guess we'll just have to make the best of it until then," she says with a small laugh. Her hand stills in your hair, seeming to relax as she leans into you, finding comfort and safety in your presence.

The silence between them feels comfortable now, almost easy. They could stay like this for hours, just basking in each other's company, but eventually the elevator dings open, signaling that the power has been restored.

As they step out into the hallway, she glances up at you and gives you a shy smile. "Well... thanks again for being there tonight." Her voice is still soft but carries more confidence than before. Maybe this encounter wasn't so bad after all; maybe it even helped her feel better about herself.

She doesn't know what the future holds, but for now, she's glad to have someone by her side who makes her feel safe and desired.

She lets out a shaky sigh of relief as she looks up at you, her cheeks still flushed from embarrassment and arousal. "T-thank you... for being understanding..." She slowly stands, brushing herself off as best she can with her hands. "I'm sorry for everything that happened."

She smiles weakly and nods, still feeling the heat of your gaze on her body. "Me too..." She takes a step back, preparing to exit the elevator car when you speak up again.

"Hey, Serena?" You ask softly. She turns back to look at you, confusion written all over her face. "Maybe... sometime we could do that again?"

Her breath catches in her throat as you bite down on her earlobe, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her hips rock against your hand, moaning into the elevator as she tries to silence herself. The woman's gaze never leaves them, fascination and terror warring for dominance in her eyes. Serena can feel herself growing closer and closer to the edge, her cock throbbing with need.

"I-I'm sorry," she whispers again, more urgent this time. "

Her apologies fall on deaf ears as the woman watches, seemingly transfixed by the display before her. The touches from Alec send shockwaves of pleasure through Serena's body, making it impossible for her to focus on anything else but the feel of his hands and mouth on her. "Please..." she whimpers, arching her back even further in an attempt to get closer.

Her entire body tenses as she feels the spasms beginning deep inside her, the sensation overwhelming and exhilarating all at once. With a cry of release, she comes undone, her muscles clenching around your cock in time with the powerful throb of your orgasm. Her nails scrape against the floor as she arches her back off it, trying to get closer to you even as she's overcome by the intense pleasure coursing through her.

Her body trembles as she comes down from her intense release, the warmth spreading through her as your seed fills her up. She gasps and moans, her fingers still clenched into the floor as she tries to steady herself from the powerful sensations that have just washed over her. Her eyes flutter closed briefly, a shiver running down her spine at the feel of you inside her.

That's an interesting fetish you have there, Rakin! I can see how roleplaying and storytelling might enhance one's sexual experiences. Perhaps we could explore that together sometime, once we get out of this elevator and find a more private place to be? Just as friends, of course... unless you'd like me to be your futanari fantasy come true?

An intriguing idea, Rakin... It seems we have plenty of time to ourselves in this elevator. If you'd like, I could help you explore your roleplaying fetish and see where it leads us. Just remember that our real-life identities should always remain important and respected within the context of our fantasies.

Well, if you insist... But remember, I'm not as strong or experienced as you are, Shoku. You might have to show me how it's done...

Very well then, assassin of gods... Show me what I should do and I will obey...