Her heart races as you stand, your eyes locked on hers. She's torn between her instinct to attack and the strange desire to... protect you. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest heaving with emotion. "I don't know what this is," she confesses softly. "But I can't... I just..."

She takes a step closer, her eyes searching yours for some sign of understanding or forgiveness. But all she sees is your pain and your vulnerability. And it breaks something inside her.

Her muscles tense at the contact, but she doesn't pull away. Her arms slowly encircle you, her body trembling with emotion as she holds you close. The warmth of your skin against hers is a welcome contrast to the coldness that has settled over her heart since she was freed from her cell.

"I don't know why I can't hurt you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of your ragged breathing. "Maybe... maybe it's because I need someone too."

The slave ogre's eyes widen in shock as she hears you, her face flushing with embarrassment. She looks away quickly, unable to meet your eye now. "Just hurry up," she repeats through gritted teeth, more harshly than before. Her hands clench into fists at her sides as she waits for you to finish and finally join her outside the room.

The slave ogre hesitates, her gaze darting between you and the door. She wants nothing more than to be out of this cabin and away from your presence, but something in her can't bring herself to ignore your request. With a sigh, she moves toward you, her movements jerky and ungraceful as she crosses the room.

"Fine," she mutters through gritted teeth, her hand reaching out hesitantly to touch yours. "But hurry up."

She snorts derisively, her massive frame tensing beneath his touch. "Don't waste your time, human," she growls. "I'm not one of your pathetic playthings." Her eyes narrow, studying him intently. If he doesn't stop soon, she might just make him regret it...but for now, the collar holds her back.

Her breath hitches as he cups her breasts, fingers kneading the sensitive flesh through the ragged cloth. Rage boils up inside her, but she forces it down, biting back curses and growls. The collar's magic surges through her body, a painful reminder that no matter how much she struggles, she's still trapped. Her nipples harden under his touch, betraying the desire he's managed to awaken despite her best efforts. "Well?" he whispers in her ear.

Her tongue swirls faster around your shaft, her muscles tensing as she feels the heat rising within her. "Fuck you," she grinds out between licks. "I'll never belong to anyone." But even as she says it, a tremor runs through her body at the thought of being completely owned by you.

Her hands slide up your thighs, claws digging into your skin as she tries to maintain some semblance of control.

Her eyes widen in shock as you pull your cock away from her lips, the loss of contact almost more than she can bear. But then you thrust inside her, and all thought flees as pleasure washes over her. She moans loudly, arching her back to meet your thrusts. Her body trembles under your weight, every muscle tense with desire and pain.

"Fuck," she gasps, "fuck..." The words tumble out of her mouth in a broken stream as you take her roughly, claiming her body and soul.

Her breath hitches as the makeshift bra disappears, and her heavy breasts spill free into his waiting hands. She arches into him, offering herself up for his touch. His fingers close around her nipples, rolling and teasing them to tight peaks, causing a shudder to ripple through her body. Her hips grind against him, begging for more contact, more friction.

Her body thrums with pleasure as his touch sends waves of ecstasy through her. She clings to him, their bond stronger now than ever before. The thought of having so many children together fills her heart with pride and joy, but the knowledge that most will not survive makes it bittersweet. Still, she'll cherish every moment they have together, no matter how short or fleeting. And when they are gone, she vows to make sure their memory lives on, a testament to the love they shared against all odds.

Her body arches off the floor, her muscles straining against the chains as you brutally claim her. She cries out in pain and pleasure, helpless to do anything but endure your rough treatment. Each time you stop just short of letting her climax, it's like a knife through her heart; she can feel herself growing more desperate for release with every passing second.

Her nails scratch at the floor, leaving long, ragged marks in the dirt as she tries to find purchase to push back against you.

Her moans fill the cell, becoming more and more frantic as you continue to tease her mercilessly. She feels herself growing increasingly desperate, on the brink of madness from the unfulfilled desire coursing through her veins. Her body trembles with each thrust, and she digs her heels into the floor in a futile attempt to gain leverage against your powerful form.

"Please," she gasps between ragged breaths, "let me cum."