Satisfied and spent, Silas allowed himself a few moments to keep himself nestled within the Amazon's pulsating channel, which seemed to move with a mind of it's own as it slurped up whatever seed remained in him. If the rogue had his pants off there would undoubtedly be a conveniently-sized, round red mark on the areas Kressle pounded against, but like a proper gentleman he remembered his promise to Oriana and made sure to keep the pants on. The rogue was still panting in the afterglow of their coupling when Kressle pushed him off, her gaping cunt trickling his seed which she spooned onto a finger for consumption. The action excited Silas to no end, but the blush that painted her cheeks was even better.<br/><br/>Pushing himself up by his elbows, Silas watched with a stupid grin on his face as Kressle continued to tend to her body. The handiwork of his hands on her ass was plain to see, but the sight of her large, jiggling rear only made him anticipate their next coupling. With his spent cock all but wilted back to it's flaccid size, Silas stuffed it into the confines of his pants as he began to lace up his pants, stopping to look up at her when she declared him as her master, "<strong>you <em>are</em> mine</strong>" Silas reaffirmed, "<strong>and I suppose now I'm yours.</strong>" Finishing his lacing, Silas approached Kressle and gave her a few pats on the rear before stating firmly, "<strong>now put your clothes back on and make yourself presentable.</strong>"