Milarel's eyes widened when she heard Joan's words. She had expected her to hold on stubbornly to her morals and whatnot.
Perhaps the nightmares she had shown Joan were too much for her, and she broke easily. Yet she kept up her act. For now, she would remain Mila, not Milarel.
"Oh, my… would you look at that?" she laughed softly. "The proud heroine is finally begging. How pathetic."
Meanwhile, Aiden looked down at Joan. One of his greatest adversaries was on her knees, begging for him as drops of his cum still clung to her face. She was still sticking her tongue out when she repeated her words to him.
"Please… save me… too…"
Aiden stepped closer. He grabbed Joan's chin firmly and made her look up at him.
"You want this?" he asked, the shadow of his member fell on her face as she desperately extended her tongue towards him.
"Yes…" she whispered. "Please…"
"Master, you should fulfil her wish as you fulfilled mine," Mila said, slipping behind Joan.
