[ Every gasp, every moan from her lover is music to her ears, fueling her desire to drive him crazy and force him comply to her whims. A small smirk tugs on her lips as she releases herself from his nipple. Wanting to make sure every inch of his perfect body gets the attention it deserves, she switches over to the other bud, playfully teasing it with her tongue by swirling around the outer rim before she fully closes her mouth around the erogenous zone to suck on him in full. ]

The entire time she plays with his chest, the urge to touch his enormous cock has slowly been consuming her mind. Her pussy has been aching, crying to be stretched out and stuffed full once more. She's beyond addicted to that amazing cock, it's slowly eating away at her sanity. It's a double-edged sword but she knows it will be worth it to make him beg and squirm for her ministrations.

As she's drinking in his moans, Tartaglia's offer grabs her attention. Amusing that even under these circumstances, he's still willing to fight back and even bargain with her. It's daring but she loves that fighter's spirit burning within him. Tartaglia's charisma has enraptured her from the moment they first met. She slowly pulls herself away from him, licking her lips as she purposefully pillows her round breasts against his chest. One hand continues to squeeze and play with his sensitive bud, while the other moves down to his stomach, tracing the scars he's earned. Whether they be from his years in the Fatui or somewhere else, she's not sure. But in her eyes, even those battle scars are beautiful. ]

Hmm... bold of you to be negotiating with your captor. [ using her thumb and forefinger, she lightly tugs on his erect nipple. ] I don't know if I should be trusting a Harbinger but name your price and maybe I'll consider it.

[ Lay on her, Harbinger! ]