Seems like it

Wave after wave of pent up seed spews into her body as she lay open beneath you. Finally you collapse onto her full curves pressing her into the soft mattress of the bed. The two of you lie in silence; only the sound of your ragged breathing can be heard. Occasionally a "Skwarrk" of a drake drifts in through the open balcony, but other than that the city is oddly quiet; its inhabitants hiding in their houses and the unified army still many blocks away.

"Oh goddess forgive me." Sophia moans as she shifts her hips under yours. You can feel your shaft still embedded inside her, not as hard as it was before, but by no means spent.

"We are just starting my lady, remember I've been saving myself for this." She seems surprised by your words.

"So soon?" Her muscles clench against your rod and she gasps in wonder. "Tell me again what you were saving yourself for. Did I meet your expectations?"

You laugh at her words but comply good naturedly. "I was hoping for a noblewoman like you, chained at my feet dressed in silks and jewelry offering me first wine, and then her body." You smile at her "I'd say you came pretty close."

“I have silk gowns, and…” she hesitates just for a heartbeat “…and my husband has chains.” Sophia was blushing, and you remember the surge in her excitement when you pinned her hands in yours.

“Did he chain you then?”

“Oh no! Cleon wouldn’t dare treat me like that. He reserved his chains and whips for the slaves he’d buy at the auction.” She hesitates again, perhaps ashamed of her husband’s actions. “He imagined himself a trainer, he’d buy new captures and break them in - selling them when he became bored.” You could see Sophia wrestling with the consequences of her fall from power.

“That’s my fate now.” Her eyes found yours “Mine and my daughter’s, isn’t it?”

Licking her swollen nipple you reply with a laugh. “It’s not all bad your Ladyship, I promise.” With that you roll off her body withdrawing from inside her with a contented sigh. Your erection has been growing again, Sophia's mention of her daughter reminds you of the other treasure in the nearby chamber. Would she be as accommodating as her mother?

“May I show you something?” Sophia asked. “I think you’ll approve.”

“Sure.” You watch with curiosity as she glides gracefully across the room and opens a wardrobe filled scores of gowns of different shades and cuts. She holds several of them to her naked body watching your reaction. In the end, she selects a saffron colored gown with rose gold embroidery and slips into it concealing her body from you once again. Although it covers much of her skin, the cut of the gown accentuates the valley between her breasts and the flair of her hips and the color compliments the sun kissed tan of her skin. She looks even more lovely than ever.

"The regent instructed us all to buy gowns so we could celebrate the defeat of the Helios armies." She explains as she whirls before you. "This is the dress I chose. Ironic, isn't it? Instead of celebrating your defeat in this gown, I am using it to please the war captain who brought down our defenses."

Sophia swaps her sandals for a pair of finely embroidered slippers with long thin heels that lengthen her legs and made the dress seem even more provocative. Pausing at a nearly empty jewelry box, she fastens several necklaces around her neck and slides nearly a dozen bracelets on her slender arms. With the cut glass decanter in one hand and a single goblet in her other she kneels at the side of the bed and waits silently for your reaction.