Describe how you'll treat her if you win while you keep slowly fucking her

You hold her tightly, making slow, small thrusts deep inside her. With your cheeks still pressed together, you whisper your reply softly into her ear, "I know that you are an ancient one, Suratha."

You can't see her face, but she let's out a sudden, "Ah! AAAHH!"

You continue, "You must have experienced almost everything this world has to offer. You must be so bored with living out the same routines again and again."

"AAH!" she squeaks, before whispering back, "Oh, and you can offer me the new experiences I desperately need? AAHH!"

Picking up the pace a little, you say, "Maybe. In all your long years, I doubt you've ever been at the mercy of a mortal human. You'd be free again once I died, so why not try it? What are a few decades of servitude to you?"

"UHH!...time passes no faster for someone my age than it does for you. I imagine it would be insufferable, even if I did have your thick cock to sate me. AAHH!"

You breath deeply, trying to maintain your calm and control as she heats up underneath you.

You go on, "I would treat you like the goddess you are, if you were mine. You'd be barred from torturing or killing anyone, of course, but I don't believe you have to kill to survive, you just choose to."

You give her a few sharp thrusts as you contemplate your next move.

"AAAHHH! OH! AAHH!" she screams as you feel her get increasingly wet inside.

Then, breathing hard, she responds, "You think you could possibly understand me, that you could possibly comfort me, or teach me, or change me? You learn a few secrets, and you think you have a grasp of the wider world you've only just learned existed? You're naive and arrogant."

She then gives you hard squeeze as she bucks back at you. You weren't expecting it, and the sudden jolt of pleasure causes you to lose your train of thought briefly, You tense up, but then remember to relax, let the pleasure flow through you, you take a breath.

Then you reply, "Yes. I am. I know almost nothing. You could teach me though. You could tell me your life story and I could document it. It would be one of the greatest stories ever told. But not only that, I could learn who you are, learn what you need. How few men must have ever really learned how to satisfy you, learned of your particular desires and fantasies."

"UHH!" she grunts, before pulling her head back away from yours, looking you in the eyes with a contemplative expression, tinged with...pity?