Klara's turn

"I see, you only care about results?" Mary said.

"No, I care about intentions. Everybody makes mistakes so don't worry about anything." Cain lifted and laid her on the bed.

She glared at his eyes, the eldritch glow in them was inhuman. He cares about intentions, as long as they aligned with his. 'As long as I do my job without crossing his goals, I should be fine.' She thought.

Feeling Cain going faster and faster inside her, she smiled. Her thin hands grabbed the back of his head and pulled him to her chest.

She didn't say anything, just held him there for a while. Cain took the chance to play a bit with her bosom, he couldn't let it slip from his hands.

"Cain…" She whispered.

"Am I going a bit too fast?" Cain asked with a hit of worry.

"No, I just wanted to say that you can count on me. If not in fighting, just feel free to empty your heart on me."