"Hmm, I'm going to break your little line of defense now, little fruit. I hope you have lots of fun when you finally wake up from your little trauma," I murmur with an amused smile on my face, sinking my finger deep into her tight little pussy.
She writhes, breathing erratically as my finger moves within her tight folds. She lets out bothered whimpers, her mind trying to deny my influence.
"If all you can manage is this tiny little sound to defend yourself, then I guess you don't stand a chance against me at all," I say, running my other hand over her chest, softly descending down her stomach.
"Evelyn, have you ever stopped to think how good it would feel to have Esther touch you after you win a battle? The praise, the sweet, gentle words of love she'd speak after you defeated an enemy who tried to kill her." I move my finger, searching for her most fragile spot, using her love for Esther as a trigger.
