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There's no room for thought, just doing what she's told, and writhing for him when he makes certain she has to move, even just a little. She can feel the warm, thick liquid on her face, dripping onto her shoulders and breasts, even as he fills her throat again. He doesn't have to wait like a human man would to recover, and she's never truly seen him spent. That thought is thrilling on its own, since he could keep using her long past her own endurance, and because of his control, he could make her come even when her body wouldn't normally be able to.