Her eyes dropped. I was still wearing that silly costume for House Cerenkov, but at the moment, I didn’t mind. She could see my reaction and she smi...led.She moved to the edge of the bed and gestured for me to get closer to her. I did. She didn’t use her hands. She simply rubbed her cheeks against me through the clingy pants. Other than Sarah grabbing me earlier, I had no idea how direct contact would feel. It was different, yet amazing.Greta nudged at the shirt, so I took it off.She looked up at. Her legs were curled up beneath her, and I had a nice side view of her chest rising and falling as she breathed. Her breasts were almost as good as her ass, in my eyes. She almost caught me looking when she turned her head, but I was careful, and switched my gaze back to the TV. ‘You’ll be happy to know that I got some pizza for dinner.’ she said. Obviously she hadn’t noticed my stares. ‘I got some for you in case you woke up. You’ll probably need to heat it up, but it should still be good.’. She was becoming a good cook, kept the house neat and clean, and performed all of her other duties well. She had even come to enjoy her subservient situation as a sexual slave. She happily submitted to the many ways her masters used her body. Slave Connie loved being fucked in her pussy, ass, and even her mouth. She could take Master Jim’s cock deep into her throat and swallow his scum without spilling a drop. She could rapidly bring Mistress Dora to orgasm by eating her pussy. She even learned. She will see to it.”My son grinned at her. “I have a few surprises.”My stomach roiled as he glanced at me. What could I do? I couldn’t assume my real form. Even I would have trouble destroying an entire city. I wasn’t Dominari. I didn’t have flames for breath like other dragons. I had too much of my mother’s water in me.And what did it matter? I was useless with these manacles. I couldn’t protect my children. Couldn’t fly them away to safety. So why was my son staring at me like that? He.