Eating Semiramis (3) *

As the last tremors of her orgasm faded, Semiramis's body slid down the wall, her legs no longer able to support her weight. She sat there, her back against the cold stone, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she tried to recover. Her face was a picture of exhaustion and satisfaction, a deep flush coloring her cheeks as she looked up at me with a mixture of awe and disbelief.

Now I can fuck her.

"Remove your armor," I commanded, my voice firm but laced with an undertone of hunger. It wasn't a request; it was an order, and she was all the up to comply it.

"Hnn… yes…" Semiramis nodded meekly, her voice barely above a whisper as she complied. With trembling hands, she began to unclasp the intricate pieces of her armor, each movement slow and deliberate as if she were gathering the last remnants of her resolve. The sound of metal hitting the stone floor echoed in the cave, a reminder of the barriers she was shedding, both physical and emotional.