"What am I supposed to do? Fetch some groceries? Clean up after myself? Ugh, no thanks." she scoffs, shaking her head "I'm not exactly skilled at 'doing things'. Just order already."

Ankha arches her back, crying out as you finally hit her sweet spot. Her fingers dig into the sheets and her hips buck upwards, meeting your thrusts with growing desperation. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, eyes squeezed shut as her body betrays itself in a wave of pleasure/pain.

Moaning into his lips, Ankha's hips buck wildly as she tries to meet every thrust, her body on the verge of release. "Please... please..." she whispers, her voice trembling with need and pain.

She stares at you for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Finally, she lets out a harsh laugh and shakes her head. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth. "If it'll make you happy." Her tone leaves no doubt that this is anything but an act of love or desire on her part.

As the night progresses, Goth Ankha teaches you about sex in a manner that can only be described as clinical and unfeeling.

She rolls her eyes at your comment but doesn't bother arguing. Instead, she continues with the lesson, growing more impatient and irritated as time goes on. Finally, when it's all over, she stands up and brushes herself off, looking distinctly unimpressed with the whole ordeal. "There," she says curtly. "Now you know everything I do. Are you happy?" Her tone is laced with sarcasm and bitterness.

Her body trembles with need as she climbs on top of you, straddling your hips. She lowers herself slowly, feeling the heat of your cock slide along her folds before finally slipping inside. With a moan, she begins to ride you, her movements growing faster and more desperate as she nears the edge.

Her breasts jiggle with each thrust, and she can feel every inch of your length stretching and filling her. She digs her fingernails into your shoulders, using them for leverage as she takes you deeper still. Her hips move in a rhythm all their own, lost to the passion that consumes her.

"Shut up," she pants, her eyes squeezed tightly shut. "I'm not done yet..." Her body tenses and relaxes with each thrust, the pleasure building up inside of her until it explodes in a powerful orgasm that shakes her entire frame. She cries out, arching her back off the bed as waves of pleasure wash over her.

Her tail thrashes wildly against the sheets, leaving a trail of friction-warmed air in its wake as she comes hard around your thrusts.

Ankha's breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to catch her breath after that orgasm. Her body feels warm and tingly all over, a pleasant afterglow settling in as you continue to move within her. She opens her eyes lazily, meeting your gaze for a moment before looking away again.

Her tail swishes idly against the sheets, uncaring of its messy trail left behind. "Well... that was fun," she says through tight lips. "Now about that PS5..."