Grummush sat back as Camilla went limp on top of him, spilling some of his seed onto himself. He stayed still for a bit and rested his hands on her hips, not in a lustful way as before but simply relaxing with the feeling of her firm plump body under his hands. He said nothing, he was quite content, having spent himself not just once or twice but the third time taking his special ability to wring himself. Not that he couldnt keep going but for the moment he felt quite at ease. He chuckled lightly with his deep voice at her thanks and gave her a good squeeze with his hands.<span style="color: green">"Oh trust me, you are worth the effort."</span><br/><br/>As she started to rise he let go of her, though albeit a bit reluctantly. He let her walk off so she could get herself cleaned off. Motioning his hand to a waitress he had a damp rag brought over so he could do the same for himself. He guessed he should learn a bit about her, since he found her enthusiasm interesting. And now that he had dominated her in quite a number of ways. True his people before would have used her as a true slave and just kept screwing her without stopping. But while it turned out he did have some of that old setting in his mind he wasnt so harsh about it. Not to mention he didnt like to share unless it was mutual. Thats why he used his copies like he did, fill her all the way up and give her what she wanted, while he got to stuff her and not have it being anybody else.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>