Comfortably caught up in him, Aerith's dazed but she doesn't miss the way he moans, his cock seeming to twitch inside her. Turning her head, she kisses his temple while humming curiously.

"Sounds like your old bones are doing just fine my love." Aerith laughs softly against his skin before tipping her chin down to catch his earlobe in her teeth, tugging gently.

There's a restless hunger all the orgasms he brought her to hasn't quite tamped down - the memory of him with the chain of gems around his neck still burning hot in her recollection. Something about having him in her thrall like that, and following her every order was more appealing than she expected it, and the memory of it only makes her hungrier for more.

"Something on your mind, servant?"