The heat of pleasure swirled through her like something liquid, even as he jetted his own liquid heat up inside her, just as she had been made to beg for. His upward-lifting hand found her head bowing, hair swaying forward to obscure her face in shame, in confusion; she had not wanted that, had been made to take him. How had her body felt so... good, in the midst of it?<br/><br/>Now, though, the rush of heat was draining away, leaving her chilled and shivering a little in the cool air, still impaled and straddling him, enduring his petting. "Th-thank you... my lord..." she whispered, not knowing what else there was she could say.