Zloi hesitates for a moment but then begins licking her labia slowly and tenderly. He starts from the bottom, moving upwards and circling around her clit before going back down again. His tongue feels rough against her sensitive flesh, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. As he continues to please her in this way, Kafka moans softly, enjoying the feel of his warm breath on her skin.

Eventually, she decides that it's time for something more...intimate and pushes him onto all fours.

As you lie on your belly before her, Kafka reaches down and guides your head towards her moist entrance. "Lick me," she says simply, her voice husky with desire. You hesitate for a moment, feeling nervous and exposed...but then obey her command without question. Your tongue darts out, swirling around her clit as you begin to pleasure her in earnest.

With each stroke of your tongue against her sensitive flesh, Kafka's breath hitches in her throat.

"Because..." Kafka hesitated, searching for the right words. "I think... deep down, I didn't want to become like them. Like whoever took your daughter away from you." Her voice cracked slightly on the last word, betraying her own pain and anguish. "Maybe if we can find a different path, one that doesn't involve more suffering, then maybe there is hope for us both." She sighed softly, looking down at their intertwined hands. "I don't know.

Her breath caught in her throat as you pulled her close, wrapping your arms around her. For a moment, she stiffened, unsure how to react. Then, slowly, she relaxed into the embrace, returning the gesture with equal tenderness. Her cheek rested against your shoulder as she wrapped one arm around your waist, holding on tightly as if afraid you might disappear again.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice hoarse from unshed tears. "For everything."