Qing'er turned her head slightly toward him. Her voice came out hoarse, almost a whisper:
"I feel stronger... my body is craving even more of you."
BaiShe smiled in the darkness. His hand slid down her back, caressed the curve of her ass, then went back up to dive into her hair. He stroked it slowly, wrapping a strand around his finger.
"Rest," he replied in a low and calm voice. "Tomorrow, the banquet continues. You'll need all your strength."
Qing'er closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the caress on her scalp. Her ass was still throbbing, full of warm cum. She slightly contracted her inner muscles and felt the thick liquid move inside.
"The banquet..." she murmured. "Are you going to kill a lot of people again?"
BaiShe chuckled softly. His fingers pulled a little harder on her hair, just enough to make her lift her head.
"Of course. I want my servant to be strong enough to protect herself."
