Imrae’s lips curled into a smirk as the Duchess continued her attempts at insulting her. They were the type of insults that might have been effective on another human or a halfling or something similar. But she had heard far worse and wasn’t going to let her get under her skin. “You aren’t nearly as clever as you think you are.” Imrae’s hips drew backward, the tightness causing her to let out a soft groan, before she pushed herself back in. She repeated the process, then again, her movements starting out slow and steady, but rapidly building up speed. The sound of their bodies smacking into each other started to become more pronounced.<br/><br/>Imrae leaned forward and wrapped her arm around Aria’s neck, her breasts pressing firm against the woman’s back. Her arm tightened, putting a threatening amount of pressure on her throat. Her breath was hot against Aria’s ear as she continued to drive her cock deep into the woman. “I can end you at any point. So shut up and let me hear you beg for more, human wench.”