Qper moans as you caress his cock, his breath catching in his throat with a soft whimper. "A-ah~ ngh~" His body responds to your touch despite the hesitation in his eyes. The coolness of his skin, a subtle manifestation of his ice powers, contrasts with the heat of his growing arousal beneath your fingertips.

You carry him to your bedroom, his body trembling slightly in your arms—whether from desire or residual fear, you can't be sure. The sheets feel soft against his back as you lay him on your bed, his vulnerability stark against the luxurious linens. His eyes follow your every movement, guarded yet unable to hide the raw need pooling within them.

The air crackles with sexual tension and unspoken questions about what this new dynamic between owner and former slave will become. As you hover above him, you can see the conflict playing across his face—years of distrust warring with the undeniable attraction he feels toward you.