six days later

The next six days are a swirling haze, with your mind only allowing singular moments to be committed to memory. But you remember Kyra, you remember the taste of her lips, the feel of her exhausted body spasming around your cock. You remember her bemused expression when you tell her to swallow your cum, and you remember the first time she called you 'master' without prompting. you remember when she told you of her knighthood, and her noble lineage. You remember when you realized that she was fully yours.

Today, while lying in the broken ruin you call a bed, a question floats into your mind.

What is my next move?