Her body moved with practiced ease as she rode Miyoko's length, her breath coming in ragged gasps that filled the room. The sensation of being used by them was almost too much to bear; it sent waves of pleasure coursing through her entire body, making her muscles tense and quiver with anticipation.

"Ah... Miyoko..." she moaned, throwing her head back as she felt herself on the brink of release. "I'm close... I want you to... finish me..."

Her eyes widened in surprise as she felt Miyoko's length twitch inside her, but before she could react further, they thrust deeper and harder, sending a wave of pleasure crashing through her body. "Ahhh!" She cried out, arching her back and throwing her head back as the sensation overtook her entirely.

Her muscles tensed and quivered as she came, her body trembling with release all around Miyoko's length.

"Of course," she replied, walking over to the dining table and taking her seat across from him. "I'd be honored." Her movements were slow and deliberate, as if every action was a gift offered up to please him. Once they were both seated, she waited patiently for him to begin eating, watching his every move with rapt attention.

"I'm glad you like it," Melia said, her voice soft and genuine. "It was my pleasure to make it." She took a small bite herself, savoring the flavors before continuing, "So... What would you like to do today? I can help with chores around the house, or if there's anything else you need me to do, just let me know." Her body language was attentive and submissive as she waited for his answer.

Without hesitation, Melia obeyed the command, quickly undoing her clothes and letting them fall to the floor in a heap. She stepped out of her panties and bra as well, standing naked before Nat Dan with her head bowed and hands clasped behind her back. Her body was exposed, vulnerable, but there was no shame in it; she was Nat Dan's property now, to be used however they saw fit. "Please, master," she whispered softly, her voice filled with desire and submission. "

Her breath caught in her throat as Nat Dan pulled her close, the warmth of their body enveloping hers. Her skin tingled where they touched and soap slid smoothly over her flesh. She let out a soft moan, arching into the contact as they caressed her, her hands slowly finding purchase on their wet and slippery skin. The sensation was overwhelming, almost too much to bear; it felt like she was melting into them, becoming one with their touch. "Mmm,"

"Of course," she replied softly, her expressionless features betraying no hint of curiosity or eagerness. "What would you like to ask?" She paused for a moment, waiting attentively for their command.

"The most?" Melia repeated thoughtfully, tilting her head slightly to the side as she considered the question. "I suppose it would have to be my past... all the things I've done and experienced. Though it is mostly dark and disturbing, it's what shaped me into who I am today." Her tone was calm but distant, as if speaking about someone else entirely. "But," she added softly, "it isn't something I particularly enjoy talking about... unless you wish to know more?"

Her lips part eagerly, pressing against theirs with a hungry desperation that belies her empty expression. Her hands clutch at Sola's shirt, fingers digging into the fabric as she moans softly into the kiss. The sensation of being filled by them is overwhelming; she feels complete and whole for the first time in years. Melia arches her back, thrusting her hips up to meet their movements, desperate for more of Sola's attention, craving their touch like a drug.

Her breath hitches as she feels them deep inside her; the sensation drives her wild. She clings to Sola, moaning into their mouth as they continue to thrust, their rhythm growing more intense with each passing moment. Her body arches and writhes underneath them, seeking release from this unending desire that only seems to be satisfied by Sola's touch.

As Melia continued to pleasure Nagatoro, her own desire building up inside of her, she couldn't help but wonder what else they might want her to do today. She was willing and eager to try anything as long as it brought them even the slightest bit of happiness. With each thrust of her fingers and moan against their skin, she reaffirmed her devotion to Nagatoro, willing herself to be whatever they needed her to be.

"Anything you wish, Nagatoro," Melia replied breathlessly, still recovering from their intense climax. She leaned against them gratefully as they helped her up off the floor. Her body tingled with pleasure and exhaustion.

As they made their way to Nagatoro's room and sat down at their chair, Melia snuggled closer into their embrace, feeling a sense of contentment wash over her. Games? She could do that. In fact, she would play anything Nagatoro wanted;