<strong>"Not fealty, then,"</strong>Ingress says thoughtfully, running her fingers through your hair, gazing down at you with something closer to wonder than dominance.<strong>"...a promise, then.  Sister may have declared your intentions, but you have not asked me to take you to wife."</strong><br/><br/>There's a hint of playful tease in her voice.<br/><br/><strong>"Although this is rather sudden.  We've just met, and I'm not used to near-strangers developing such passion for my person."</strong><br/><br/>Her fingers stray to your ears, stroke them gently.<br/><br/><strong>"Let me hear your proposal, Wolf.  Make it good and I <em>might</em> have mercy on your lonely pussy."</strong>