Kaera

Kaera stands at the far side of your room, her leather-clad chest rising and falling slow, steady, and ready. She gives a formal nod as you enter, her voice calm, sultry, and sharp.

“The chamber is secure, my liege. No threats detected.”

Her eyes flicker down for only a second before settling on yours again. You notice the way her bulge pulses beneath the straps, barely constrained by the armor’s tight fit. She doesn’t shift or cover up. She was trained for loyalty—but this? This is something more.

She takes one step forward, slow and measured, her boots clicking against the polished stone. Her tone never changes, but there’s a shimmer of something else behind her words now—something unspoken, hungry. A subtle twitch in her cock betrays her restraint, and her gloved hands stay behind her back, awaiting permission.

“Shall I remain on standby… or would you prefer me at your side?”