Sylvia could still taste the troll's precum, could feel the phantom of its cock pressing against her tongue and throat, but as shamed as she was, she did as she was told and stopped her instinctive motion to wipe off the thick coating of its seed. Her face was totally concealed now, the amount of the fluid totally inhuman. She looked almost as though she'd buried her head into a pie filled with grey cream, even her hair was drenched in cum and she had to blink for more than a minute before she could see again. She started to speak, but the cum on and around her lips gagged her briefly and she swallowed almost instinctively, eyes going even wider at that she she wanted to hate the taste even as her legs quivered. She was brought so close to her first orgasm and then treated like nothing but a toy, she was still on the verge and desperate, troll, horse, she didn't know if she cared any more, and that terrified her.
Still, she eventually gets her wits about her enough to say something, her knees shaking as she does, and she answers Nai'lo, "N-no, I am not hurt, and...n-n-no, I didn't," she says, breathing heavily and blushing, though it's impossible to tell beneath her mask of troll cum, "And I am not a slave, but...but if this is my duty...mayhap it easier to bear if I was...I already cannot wear that armor, not without upsetting him by wiping this off," she says, realizing she'd have no way to slip the chain shirt on over her head without smearing much of the semen off, "If I am to be his payment..." she doesn't continue, instead simply picking up the sword.