'…That's odd.'
Medea tilted her head as she walked down the corridor.
She was on her way back after milking Karl, Circe's husband.
There wasn't any grand reason for doing it.
Karl is such a beastly man that he's been making Circe suffer with his intense sex every day.
It was also to tame that animalistic cock of his.
'But… did I really need to go that far?'
Milking his semen made sense.
It'd make him behave a bit better in front of Circe.
But she'd tormented his cock almost obsessively.
Teasing his sensitive spots, pushing him to the edge of wanting to come.
Only after all that torment did she finally let him release.
'It would've been quicker and simpler to just make him come.'
If it was really for Circe, she could've made him come multiple times.
Until his balls were empty and he couldn't even think of getting hard.
But Medea kept playing with his cock in her hands.
And when he finally came with a groan, she felt a strange sense of conquest.
