As Ely's naked form stood before him, her tail twirling with anticipation, Theo felt his own desire flare anew. The whispers of fate grew stronger, urging him to claim her once more. "Master," she began, her voice trembling with need, "I want to feel you inside me."
Theo's eyes snapped open, his gaze locking onto hers. "And I want to feel you, Ely," he said, his voice thick with passion. He pulled her closer, his hand sliding down to cup her cheek. "You so cute," he added, his thumb brushing over her full bottom lip. "Your lips are very soft."
With that, he guided her back to the bed, his eyes never leaving hers. He positioned her so that she was straddling him, her legs spread wide, giving him the perfect view of her pink, glistening folds. He reached down and touched her, his fingers teasing her clit, watching as she threw her head back with a gasp.
