I put my hand back inside Medea panties and gently tickled her wet pussy.
That subtle caress, almost touching but not quite, made the aroused pussy even more impatient.
"That's not because you're strange. Even that great dragon couldn't withstand my touch. Rather, you endured to an abnormal degree, Medea. I genuinely respect that. This is sincere."
The more my words continued, the more Medea trembled finely.
Being intelligent, she would know what I was trying to say and what I would do next.
But that was too great a temptation to refuse.
It was like being rewarded all at once for everything she had endured.
"But now there's no need to endure. The Circe you tried to keep loyalty for is not only allowing an outsider elf to mix naked bodies with me but is doing it together. I even plan to include Morgan in that. In such a situation, does it mean anything if you endure?"
I even prepared a psychological escape route.
Even if you endure, everyone else is doing it anyway.
