Jason was still talking to her. This was nice, right? No. No it wasn't. She didn't want to stay on this ship at all, she did only what was necessary to please him. No one liked being demeaned in this way, least of all her. She was an object of worship and adoration, not some common harlot to be taken advantage of on the street. Oh, but she couldn't really think like that when she had this man's dick far enough down her throat that she felt like she was fighting for air. Ah but she wouldn't stop either, she felt like it would be wrong to at this junction. Even as she wanted to argue with him, she felt like she couldn't. If she opened her mouth to speak on this she couldn't did that mean... her contrary thoughts were lies? Surely not, obviously there was no way she enjoyed this sort of thing. No way she wanted to stay. She simply didn't want Nerys to stay too. Yes, that was it, she didn't want Nerys getting overly comfortable around Jason on his ship. Why? Because she didn't put her on this ship to be comfortable, she'd meant her as a sacrifice. Sacrifices weren't supposed to be happy, they were supposed to be miserable. Ah, but that didn't matter. The idea of her, Jason and an audience forever wasn't terrible. But... it was terrible. What about her revenge? What about all of those who'd wronged her? What about that seething hatred that welled up in the pit of her soul. It needed to be quelled and that couldn't happen here! She kept working, a gentle swallowing motion occurred in her throat as she forgot herself momentarily. Even as she did though, her body aimed to please. She could feel gentle wetness between her legs even as she lodged this man so deep in the back of the throat she'd have to force him out with vigor. She breathed outwardly and waited.