Erik blinked once. Twice. Slowly, a smirk formed on his lips, and his hand tightened a little around Elora's throat. Except, this time, it was actually him doing it rather than Elora herself.
"Tell me honestly, Elora," he began, narrowing eyes, even as Elora continued slowly bouncing on his cock. "Are you being serious, or are you just trying to satisfy your kink for wild sex…?"
"Can't it… be both…?" she squeeked, barely louder than a whisper due to her narrow airway. Yet, despite the obvious difficulty with breathing, her hips never stopped, and the grin on her lips only ever got wider. She only ever showed this side of herself to Erik, but truthfully, Elora was a massive pervert underneath her cold exterior.
Erik's smirk faded, and a serious frown appeared on his brow. "Is that really what you want…? You are my Empress… My first wife, and most beloved. The others know these things already, even if they don't like to think about it. Getting special treatment isn't so strange."
