That was all the encouragement Khero needed. With a quiet moan, she gripped his shoulders for support as she began to rock her hips, slow and steady, taking her time in building her pleasure this time rather than racing toward it as she had the last few times. But she was used to quick and dirty; it was only the soreness in her muscles that slowed her down now.
It was so strange, like something out of an exotic fantasy, the two of them in that lavish, rich pool that felt, to Khero, like something out of a palace. Gasping with each motion, and adjusting herself so she could rise and fall atop him, spearing herself on his cock again and again, it was so easy to get lost in the sensations. Gods, how easily she'd taken to this once they had gotten started, how shamelessly she craved this and more...
And then a thought came to her unbidden, and her eyes fluttered open as she bit back a moan, pausing with him still deep inside her.
"...Elaros...?" she breathed, biting her lip.
"Does this...am I...does this make me yer sex slave...?"